Zhao Changhe couldn't make out the innkeeper's expression, nor could he tell if there was anything special about her words, but he didn't press the matter. Instead, he simply smiled faintly, shook the menu, and asked, "It seems everything here involves grabbing this or that with hands. I'm not very interested. Since you have Jiangnan osmanthus wine, do you also have Jiangnan stir-fry?"
The innkeeper smiled and said, "Most people follow local customs and prefer to try local specialties when they're in an exotic place. Who comes to the Northern Border looking for Jiangnan cuisine?"
Zhao Changhe replied, "Just asking, don't you have it?"
The innkeeper's eyes twinkled playfully, "If you must have it, it's not unavailable, but there will be an extra charge."
"You mean because it's rare it's more expensive?"
