The door to the private room was gently pushed open, and a waiter in a clean, long robe bowed as he entered, holding a thick menu. "Gentlemen, would you like to order now?"
Liu Maolin waved him over, took the menu, and flipped through a couple of pages before ordering readily, "Let's get the braised tiger tendon, stir-fried bear paw in sauce, and clear-stewed venison. Also, a plate of roasted wild wolf ribs, stewed bear heart, and... oh, right, the grilled wild boar stomach. For soup, a tureen of the Three-Penis Medicated Soup. Junior Brother, see if there's anything else you'd like to add."
"That's more than enough," Yang Jing said, waving his hands frantically.
As he listened to Liu Maolin order, Yang Jing couldn't help but be secretly flabbergasted.
