Among the eight dishes, there were three soups, and if you count the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, that made four.
Qiao Xiaomai looked at Bei Yun with skepticism in her eyes, "Can you finish all of this?"
"If I can't finish, I can pack it up and take it with me. I barely managed to earn these eight dishes, I want to eat them for several more meals," Bei Yun said.
Qiao Xiaomai "..."
"Make the portions bigger, I want it to last me three days," Bei Yun instructed further.
Qiao Xiaomai, "...This kind of weather will spoil the food."
"Just make plenty, even if it spoils, I'll still eat it," Bei Yun said, "Back when my mother had just passed away, I..."
He began to recount his tale of hardships, narrating a story identical to the one he'd told Yang Wenxiao, basically, it was just miserable.
If it had been anyone else, Qiao Xiaomai certainly would have listened with great pity, but Bei Yun wasn't human; he was a vengeful ghost wandering the human realm, not yet qualified to be one.
