"Sir, take a look. Is this superior-grade feed acceptable?"
The waiter brought out the fodder for the Qing State Horse. It contained hay, wheat grains, and peas—all excellent feed, good enough even for a person to eat.
Evidently, the waiter recognized it as a superior Qing State Horse and knew that anyone who could ride such a steed was either rich or noble. Although the man's actions were strange, it was understandable to be so careful with such a valuable animal.
After all, a single superior Qing State Horse could be traded for a fine courtyard home in the city, so of course, one had to guard against theft.
"Not bad. I'll settle the bill for this with the room fee."
Yang Chan nodded. He didn't grandly declare, "This piece of silver is your reward," like a storyteller might. He just spoke nonchalantly, his expression unreadable.
