The one who came was the Red Windmill, bringing a meal cart along.
"Seeing you're in such a hurry, you probably haven't had dinner yet, right? I ordered more than I can eat, so why not join me?" said the Red Windmill with a smile.
Xu Huo pointed to the table beside them, signaling him to come in.
The Red Windmill laid the food on the table and poured a glass of wine. "You're injured, can you drink?"
For players, losing a limb is a small matter, let alone having a few drinks, but Xu Huo still declined.
The Red Windmill joked, "Rest assured, I absolutely haven't tampered with it."
Xu Huo wheeled himself slowly to the dining table, sat down, and said, "It doesn't matter if you did."
