Xue Gang got up from the ground, looked at Yang Xiao, and said with a difficult expression:
"Young Master Yang, I—"
"What's the matter, Captain Xue?"
"Well, could we order a little less? We can just eat something simple; expensive dishes aren't necessarily delicious."
"Have you ever had the Nine Heavens Bird?"
"This... no, I haven't."
"Since you haven't tried it, how do you know it's not good? I can only tell you one thing, poverty limits your palate; there are many delicacies beyond your imagination."
Xue Gang: "....."
Xue Gang could only sigh helplessly and said,
"Young Master Yang, how about this, you can eat the Nine Heavens Bird dish by yourself, we don't need it."
After Xue Gang finished speaking, he glanced at his four brothers beside him, and those four guards immediately forced a few bitter smiles, all echoing in unison:
"Yes, we don't need the Nine Heavens Bird; Young Master Yang can have it alone."
One of them added:
"I'm allergic to birds."
