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Mo Wen prepared all the herbs and materials in his hands and weighed the money he had earned. This was the Yun Coin, the common currency of this continent, said to have spread here with human migration. Each Empire on the continent had issued its own currency, but all had failed; the officially issued money was not recognized by the people. As the group stepped out of the shop and looked at the bustling crowd on the street, they noticed that the sun was high in the sky, indicating that it was nearly noon. Their business was almost done, and it was time to take Erniu and the others to attend to more important matters.
“Let’s go eat! Brother Erniu, we’re heading to the biggest restaurant in Moro City,” Mo Wen announced.
“Are you crazy?” Erniu exclaimed upon hearing that Mo Wen wanted to go to the largest restaurant in town. His eyes widened; although he had never been there, he had heard that only the wealthy frequented those establishments. A meal there could cost as much as a year’s income for an average warrior. Based on what Mo Wen had just sold, it seemed they could barely afford a single meal.
“Are you worried that we won’t have enough money? Don’t worry! If what you said is true, we won’t just be eating for free; they might even pay us!” Mo Wen reassured him. “You mentioned there are two big restaurants in town; let’s go to whichever one is closer first.”
“Wait! We’re going to both?” Erniu asked in disbelief.
“Of course! If it weren’t for this Wu Hui event, you probably wouldn’t have come to Moro City for years. Now that I have some money, I want to see how good the food is at Moro City’s largest restaurant,” Mo Wen replied confidently. Hearing this, Erniu felt that today’s outing wasn’t just about eating; it felt more like a grand spectacle. Although he hadn’t dined at either restaurant before, he could guess that their kitchen skills were far superior to his own brother’s. Seeing Er Gou Brother’s calm demeanor, he decided to go along with it.
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“This is Lan Wei Fang, just like I told you. Are you sure you want to go in?” Erniu asked as he led the group to Lan Wei Fang. He still couldn’t figure out what Er Gou Brother was up to.
“We’re already at the door; of course we have to go in,” Mo Wen said as he stepped inside.
“Welcome! Would you like a private room or a table in the hall?” The waiter rushed over as soon as they entered. Noticing Mo Wen’s attire and the three middle-aged men behind him, he didn’t dare be negligent. Although it wasn’t mealtime yet, Lan Wei Fang was already filled with diners.
“Just find us a table in the hall,” Mo Wen replied. The waiter froze momentarily; typically, young masters preferred private rooms.
“My young master doesn’t like to draw attention; hurry up and do as he says,” Erniu interjected impatiently, releasing a hint of his Speed Realm aura before retracting it.
“I’m sorry for my ignorance! Please forgive me; follow me!” The waiter quickly apologized, feeling overwhelmed by Erniu’s presence. He led them to a table and left after they ordered a few small dishes and a pot of wine.
Soon after, their food and drink arrived. Mo Wen sampled each dish before putting down his chopsticks, frowning deeply—this was part of an agreement made after the waiter left.
“Excuse me, sir, is something wrong with your food or wine?” The waiter asked nervously upon seeing Mo Wen's expression. A low-key young master accompanied by three attendants didn’t seem like a local resident, and he couldn’t afford to offend them. If they were displeased enough to leave abruptly, he would lose his job—something he relied on to support his family.
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