The inn became quite lively with so many people staying, and everyone gathered in the main hall for dinner, filling up ten or so tables, and even then there wasn't enough seating. So the inn set up a few more tables under the awning outside, not minding if they were outdoors.
The food at the inn was all pretty similar: lamb, beef, and various kinds of alcohol, although vegetables were quite rare.
The steward who went to place the order came back to a few young masters and said, "The vegetables here are said to be more expensive than beef."
Manbao asked, "Can cows here be slaughtered freely?"
"Yes, freely," replied the steward, "The cows here aren't plowing cows; they just eat grass and gain meat. Oh, and they produce milk. Miss Man, would you like to try the milk tea here? I heard it's made by boiling fresh milk with tea leaves and adding some scallions and ginger; it's said to be quite nice and ward off cold."
Manbao became intrigued, "Sure, I'll try it."
