"Yes, you are Young Master Yang. I misspoke earlier." Fat Dragon chuckled.
This dimwit has money. I must squander some of him later.
Seeing Yang Jingjian inviting Fat Dragon for a meal, Mo Huasong couldn't help but chuckle in secret.
But it was almost lunchtime anyway, so Mo Huasong kept his thoughts to himself.
Fat Dragon suggested going back to the inn to eat as the food there was pretty good.
Upon hearing the inn, Yang Jingjian went pale and hastily said, "Fat Dragon, the food there is expensive and terrible. Let me take you somewhere nice."
Fat Dragon was pleased to hear Yang Jingjian suggest a nice place.
To his surprise, Yang Jingjian took them to an ordinary diner.
If the inn was the equivalent of an earthly hotel, this diner could be likened to a hawker's stall.
Not only were there no private rooms, but the building was also shabby and run-down.
As Yang Jingjian entered, he ordered some dishes and sat down to chat with Mo Huasong.
