A Lesson

The waiter couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Such unsightly table manners were such that even a starving beggar couldn't match up to them. The waiter had only noticed how this young noble's bearing was extraordinary but never noticed the fact that his clothes had not been changed for a couple of days and were filled with dust and mud. The waiter couldn't help but wonder whether or not the young noble's wallet was full.

Just when the waiter was considering whether or not he should make Ling Tian pay his bill before continuing his meal, he heard the sound of galloping horses stopping outside the tavern. Following that, he noticed a large group of over twenty people walking in, and the old man leading the pack said, "Waiter, give us some good (w)ine and (d)ishes. (Q)uickly (s)erve them up."

The pronunciation of this old man was far too unclear, and the waiter didn't understand a single word so he asked, "Sir, what did you say?"