"The door bolt is not in place, come in."
The waiter carried the tray and placed the three dishes and one soup on the table, "grilled fern root with meat, nine-turn intestines, spicy and sour drunk chicken, vegetable soup. These are all signature dishes of our inn. Guests, you may not know, but the Drunken Immortal Pavilion has monopolized all the dried fern. If you want to eat it, you'll have to wait until next year when it grows on the mountain again. Our shopkeeper has a slight acquaintance with the boss of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, that's how he managed to get a little bit for personal use. The dried fern from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion is not for sale to the public. It's said that over ten thousand jin of dried fern isn't even enough for their branches all over the country. This dish of grilled fern root with meat is a treat from our shopkeeper to the two of you."
Xiao Yuchuan was unappreciative, "Take it back."
The waiter hesitated, "Young Master..."
