Zhao Changhe could not discern anything from the innkeeper’s expression, nor could he tell if her words held any special meaning. Nonetheless, he did not dwell on it. He just smiled faintly and glanced at the menu before asking, “It seems like there’s a lot of finger food here, but those don’t really interest me much. Since you have Jiangnan osmanthus wine, do you also have Jiangnan stir-fry?”0

The innkeeper chuckled, “Normally, most people adapt to local customs when they travel and go to foreign lands. Who would come all the way to the northern border just to look for cuisine from the south?”0

Zhao Changhe replied, “I’m just asking. So, do you have it or not?”0

The innkeeper’s eyes sparkled, “If you insist, it’s not that we can’t serve it to you, but it’ll cost you extra.”0

“Is it because rare things are valuable?” asked Zhao Changhe.0

“It’s because it’s more troublesome to prepare,” explained the innkeeper. “Different ingredients, utensils, and seasonings. Since there’s usually no demand for it, if we were to keep those in stock, they would go bad in a few days. If you really insist, we’ll have to send someone out and buy the ingredients now. Of course, because of that, you’ll have to pay extra. Isn’t that...0