I wish “Tsua Bing King” was a real restaurant.

Unfortunately I’ve gone and used up my buffer already, so it could be a while before I have a new page to post. Sorry. I overestimated my ability to keep up the pace I started with a few weeks ago in the face of non-comics circumstances. More pages will happen when they happen.

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Panel 1: A train speeds across an overpass above a pub, a bank kiosk, a closed and shuttered tsua bing restaurant, and some kids playing basketball.
Panel 2: Maida sits alone on the train.
Panel 3: She stares into space, emptily.
Panel 4: An empty void.