Jiang Yueli seemed not to care at all about being ordered around; he called the waiter and ordered more than a dozen dishes in one breath.
With a mix of meat and vegetables, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, cold and hot dishes, he even specifically requested a bottle of Huadiao wine which young people generally dislike, clearly a gourmet.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't ask Mr. Xiao if he's accustomed to drinking yellow wine before I made the decision," he said.
Xiao Ming was nonchalant: "It's your treat, I'll follow the host's lead."
"Since it's 'follow the host's lead'," Jiang Yueli's demeanor tightened, "then as the host, I'd like to ask Mr. Xiao a few questions first, if that's alright?"
Xiao Ming pulled out a cigarette and lit it: "What if I say it's not alright?"
"I would be very disappointed. And usually, when I'm disappointed, someone ends up dead."
"Oh? Mr. Jiang dares to kill me?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
