Try the top?

Bei Ming was stunned. He had never heard this. How should he answer? Thinking about it, as the king of a country, he didn't even understand these things, which was really a bit sad.

He smiled bitterly, looked at the smiling shopkeeper and said, "What is the point of playing?"

"puff--"

The shopkeeper burst into laughter. After looking at Bei Ming up and down again, he didn't say anything. He just scratched his head and led Bei Ming to an empty table to sit. Then he called the waiter to present a pot of hot tea and ordered, "Go and prepare some light and delicious meals for this young man, and also tell me to stew a soup to drive away the cold in the kitchen."

The waiter glanced at Bei Ming, who was wet, nodded, and muttered as he turned his head to leave, "Shopkeeper, I see that this person has no money bag hanging on him, so he must have no silver. Why are you?"

"Go, go, that's going to make you talk too much! I've told you how many times, don't judge people by their appearance..." When the shopkeeper heard what the waiter said, he immediately turned his face down and pulled him away.

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, Bei Ming secretly wrote down his appearance in his heart and vowed that he would let Shunxiang give him money in person after he returned to the palace to express his warm hospitality and understanding.

After a while, the waiter came up with a few delicious side dishes and white rice, carefully placed the food in the tray on the table and whispered softly, "Young Master, use it slowly!"

"Yeah! Thank you guy!"

"No thanks, no thanks! It's all right! If the young master has any more needs, just call the younger one, and the younger one will do it first!"

I never knew that the food cooked by the chef outside was better than that of the imperial chef in the palace. Bei Ming initially only took a bite of a sketch, but after tasting it, he immediately changed it to a big mouthful.

"Did you see this young master's eating look?" The shopkeeper inside the counter had a strange light and smiled deeply.

"What's wrong with eating? Isn't I stuttering like other people?!" The waiter was completely confused and turned around and looked at Bei Ming again.

How could he not tell the difference between this young man in the gorgeous clothes, and he could make the shopkeeper value it so much.

"Yumugada! I'm too lazy to explain to you! Go and do your business!"

The shopkeeper held his cheek and lay on the counter. The more he looked, the more he felt that Beiming was extraordinary. Most people would make noise when eating, and most people would stir up the plate when eating. However, the young man before had always maintained a very elegant manner in both his behavior and eating appearance.

Suddenly, his brain flashed and a bold guess popped up.

So he wanted to go up and confirm it, but accidentally, a craftsman dressed in suddenly came in.

As soon as these people came in, one of them shouted at the top of his voice, "Waiter, give us four kilograms of beef and a large jar of green wine! Let us make a bowl of ginger soup for each of us! This damn god, I just want to say it, and I don't even give people a room to relieve their breath."

"Okay! Several guests wait a moment, I'll prepare for you now!"

These people stood in the restaurant lobby and swept the diners who were doing it. Seeing that only one table was empty, they walked over together.

When the shopkeeper saw that his face changed slightly. It turned out that this seat was close to Beiming. If his guess was good, then these inferior third-class craftsmen would never be able to be side by side with this young man!
Chapter completed!