Nowadays, it's all about style. Using local horses seems to lower the standard; you absolutely have to use imported ones.
After riding for a while, Yan Fei indeed realized that his horse was the worst. In truth, you can't really blame the horse—none of Xiaohe's group is overweight; they're all slim types, at most weighing around 130 to 140 catties. The smallest one, Xiaocui, is probably only about 110 or so.
Boss Yan's weight probably doubles the others', so if the horse he was riding could talk, it would surely have complaints.
Seeing his horse wasn't good for long runs, Yan Fei slowed down and leisurely watched others ride. Luckily, Meng Si'an also wasn't much for activity; after a while, he joined Yan Fei for a stroll.
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At noon, everyone tried the famous roast duck from the Capital. Given its great reputation, if you want to eat there, you have to reserve your spot early.
