Having spent so long on the ship, Kasmin had developed quite a good relationship with the crew.
Most of the crew came from humble backgrounds and had never seen such food before, so they indulged heartily, not caring about appearances.
"Mind your manners, mind your manners, don't act like you've never seen the world. We are all Imperial Crew members from now on, equal to the nobility." Weilian held a large leg of meat in one hand, scolding his unruly crewmen.
Billy, bare-chested, held a plate of yellowish porridge-like stew and complained, "Captain, where would you see a nobleman eating with a leg of meat in hand?"
"You stop talking about me first; can you finish what's in your bowl before stuffing more in?"
"We're just following your lead, Captain."
"Exactly, exactly."
The crew members shouted loudly with laughter.
Su Changxing also grabbed a leg of meat from the table and said loudly, "I think Captain Weilian is right; people of our status should maintain some decorum."
