He looked up and down at the slender CC:
"Yeah, look, just like you, always eating this stuff won't make you gain weight."
"Aren't you just spouting nonsense?"
CC rolled her eyes at Lin Xian, then continued to eat her soggy bread:
"Who doesn't want to eat delicious food? Who doesn't want to eat nutritious things? Grandma used to tell us in the welfare home about Louis XVI, when the queen learned the people couldn't afford bread, she said...'Then why don't they eat cake?'"
"Isn't that exactly what you're saying now? You don't really think I don't want to eat anything else, do you? I just don't have money."
Lin Xian reached into his pocket.
There's 1 US dollar and 23 cents, all in various sized coins, but Lin Xian had counted them many times, just by touch he could tell the value of each.
He thought for a moment.
Recalling CC's dream from last night, and her mysterious obsession with hot dogs...
"Let's go to [Coney Island]!"
He suggested:
