Chapter 435 We Are Still Brothers

• San Shixi and I sat down at a Chinese restaurant and ordered a few dishes with mild flavors. San Shixi was a vegetarian, while I was a glutton who would eat anything.
• After placing our order, I started asking about Huo Jia, how he was doing recently, and if he was gradually recovering from the grief of losing his father and brother. I bombarded him with questions.
• San Shixi quickly answered my questions, perhaps too quickly, leaving me with little to say before the dishes arrived. Soon, we fell into an awkward silence.