Chapter 120: An Encounter with a Historical Figure
“Sir, the stone steps are quite cold. Why don’t you come over and sit with us?”
“Thank you, but I’ll leave once I’ve finished my pancakes.”
“We have wine and meat here. Isn’t it more pleasant to enjoy a drink and chat rather than just eating a few pancakes?”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Then at least try a chicken leg!”
“Thank you very much…”
The meal consisted of pancakes made the previous night and mountain spring water—simple fare, but comfortable nonetheless.
A kind-hearted scholar sitting at a distance, who was drinking wine, wanted to form a friendly connection with the Daoist. He tore off a chicken leg from his roast chicken and handed it to him. This time, the Daoist accepted it with gratitude, though he only took a single bite and then tore the rest into pieces to feed the cat.
The calico cat took a couple of bites but then looked up at him, whispering so softly that only the Daoist could hear, “What are you eating?”