Without Meat, One Grows Thin

A jug of wine, a couple of peanuts, and a shabby pack are all you need to travel the length and breadth of the land. The grudges of the martial world and the tangled affections of lovers are nothing compared to a cup of my dream-wheat wine. Just drink until you’re dead drunk to savor the taste of life. One word: bliss! A fake-pious monk gong x a genuinely passionate, snack-loving shou Liu Yinyu: I swear, my one true love is twice-cooked pork! Note: This is a fictional setting, so don’t overthink the details. As long as it’s tasty, that’s all that matters. ↑↑↑↑↑↑ Warning! You can tell from the blurb that this story is laid-back in every sense of the word. It’s not a long novel. I’ll start updating once I’ve saved up 60,000 words.