Xiao Dutian barked, "Our horses don't eat fodder or beans. Use the finest raw mutton, raw beef..."
"But we did bring meat!"
The waiter looked aggrieved and said helplessly, "We took the freshest mutton, slaughtered just this morning, to the stables, but your magnificent horses won't eat it. They won't even touch it."
"Then the sheep was old."
Xiao Dutian's gaze darkened as he snapped, "Go kill a lamb for me, and use the meat from the smallest one! I have plenty of money, you don't need to worry about it."
As he spoke, he pulled a silver ingot from his pocket and tossed it to the waiter without a second glance.
"That's not it, sir." The waiter hurriedly caught it, holding the silver ingot in his hands, not daring to put it away. He forced an apologetic smile. "Sir, we did use meat from a young lamb, but..."
"Alright, alright, enough nonsense. I'll go take a look myself."
