Wu Chang grabbed a bun and stuffed it whole into his mouth, chewing twice expressionlessly, swallowing it like a pill.
Repeating this action, he emptied a whole basket of buns in the blink of an eye.
Then he said as if reading aloud: "Indeed, it's delicious."
"Ah?" This left the waiter at a loss.
A bun the size of a grown man's fist, swallowed whole—what kind of eating method is this?
Wu Chang: "What?"
The waiter lamented: "Sir, you should eat them slowly and savor the taste."
Wu Chang's face showed displeasure, his right hand resting on his sword sheath, his eyes picking at the waiter, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I'm just afraid you didn't taste it well. How about another basket?" the waiter cautiously suggested.
"I'm tired. I have to travel early in the morning. Hurry and prepare a room for me, don't delay my rest." Wu Chang slapped a piece of broken silver on the table, interrupting the waiter's further sales pitch.
