If a country's Presidential Palace could easily let someone like Number Thirteen in, it would be a joke, so when Number Thirteen said it was hard, Gao Yang wasn't surprised at all. If Number Thirteen had said it was particularly easy, then he would have found it strange.
Number Thirteen's brows furrowed more tightly, but just as he was about to speak to Gao Yang, the attendant began serving the dishes.
Number Thirteen stopped talking. The attendant placed Gao Yang and Taylor's appetizers on the table, then placed a freshly grilled steak and the small bread from the side dish in front of Number Thirteen.
Gao Yang originally wasn't planning to drink, not even an aperitif, so he didn't have a drink menu, but he changed his mind. He decided to have an aperitif; no particular reason, he just felt down.
"Please bring me the wine list, I need a glass of aperitif, what about you?"
Taylor shrugged, nodded, and said, "Alright, get me a glass of vodka."
