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"Sanzo-sama, this dish isn't vegetarian!"
Sanzo looked at the waiter. Why was everything an argument?
"It's the special of the day. I want it."
"Yum Cha honeycomb tripe. And the young sir?"
"Pork buns and noodles and duck and -"
"For starters," Sanzo said. "Order more later, Goku."
"But suppose they run out?" Goku whispered loudly.
The tripe came, glistening gold, heaped in its bowl. Sanzo took a bite of the first tender slice. "You may eat this because you're ill, Kouryuu. It'll tone your qi." His master feeding him carefully.
It was fancier than he remembered but not as good.