[Shen Yuan (now dressed in a modern suit jacket and jeans, with his long black hair neatly tied up in a half-bun) enters the restaurant just in time to hear that plaintive remark, and he can't help but smile at the lad's (possibly affected?) helplessness.]

If you're hungry, why don't you eat something? [He pokes his head into the kitchen and grins at the sight of a steaming bowl of hot spicy soup, left on the counter next to a plate of fried rice.]

Come on. [He beckons to the young man, giving him a friendly smile.] There's some ready to eat food in here, we shouldn't let it go to waste.