"Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

The 'old' Mr. Zhang arrived with a platter of bao in hand, a cocky grin plastered onto his face. Even if he wasn't the most "refined" cook in Mingdu, there was no reason not to cook and serve as he did. It was a shop meant for the locals and not tourists, after all; people would have long since stopped coming if that was the case.

The bao, were, of course, fresh out of the pot; with steam still rising from their peaks, the smell of the pork wafted around the room, pervading every nook and cranny of the shop. Well, specialties were as they were, after all.

"Hope you all like them! I took the liberty of preparing another batch, so if you're still hungry, just ask!"

Liu smiled; that hospitality never seemed to fade, and the energy he seemed to exude gave life to what would otherwise be... Well, a peaceful shop. He liked that. It wasn't forced, not in the least.

"Thanks. Today's on me." Liu said, dropping fifteen silver pieces into the owner's hand as he carefully placed the platter in the center of the table. "Any left over, just save it for my next time by."

"Appreciated."

And just like that, the old man moved swiftly back into the kitchen to continue his craft.

"So... Yeah. I'll let you guys take the first ones; common courtesy and all that."