In my memory, there were only two occasions when I could eat meat heartily. One was after my grandfather and I finished a job and got paid for recovering a body. That night, my grandfather would buy meat to reward us both, but only that very night, because the next day he'd be at the gambling table, losing all the money.
The other occasion was when we visited Mr. Li's house. We would always mark the date and start eating less two days beforehand, starving ourselves completely before going, ensuring we could eat to our hearts' content at Mr. Li's place.
Mr. Li would scold us as reincarnated hungry ghosts, yet he kept serving us food, letting us enjoy to the fullest.
Therefore, whenever we were going to Mr. Li's house, Run Sheng would be happy several days in advance, more excited than waiting for the New Year. After all, during the New Year, there were many people playing cards, and there were more people for my grandfather to "give money to."
Meat, meat, where's the meat?
