"Boss, do you have sesame paste?" A man wearing a black hood walked in, and the aroma of sesame oil swirled around the room.
"Indeed, how much would you like?" The eager junior waiter welcomed the guest. The peculiar attire of the man didn't surprise him; the imperial city of Mysterious Kingdom was a mix of all sorts of strange people.
"Get me two bottles, two ounces in each."
The waiter thought this guest had a peculiar way of speaking, just as he was about to make a jest with this guest, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Turning around, he met the eternally smiling face of the shopkeeper.
"Allow me to serve this guest, you may leave."
"Yes, sir."
With an apologetic grin, the shopkeeper addressed the hooded man: "Our new hire isn't aware of the customs; besides the two bottles of sesame paste, what else would you like?"
"Five blocks of red fermented tofu, one block of white, all in one container."
The shopkeeper blinked in surprise. Was he mishearing?
