"Then let's make a bet?"

Zhao Wei, "What bet?"

"Let me give it a try, is it so reliable?"

Before Zhao Wei could answer, Kublai Khan had already taken the lead in entering a dining shop on the street.

This kind of food shop selling tea and snacks is everywhere, including soup cakes and pasta from Han people, as well as Mongolian people. They like dried meat and naan, and Japanese people like light fish.

After breakfast, I also sell tea, water, and wine. Of course, all meals are halal.

According to the customs of the Han people, the store owner would also invite one or two prostitutes to sit in the store to play and sing.

Restaurants like this are very representative. They not only take care of the customs of various ethnic groups to sell halal food, but also abandon the purity and religious characteristics that halal food shops should have. Instead, they choose the most popular lively atmosphere among the Han people.

The business is pretty good, and people from Han people or other ethnic groups can see it.

Kublai Khan didn't talk nonsense when he entered the store, so he asked Adam to order some food at will.

After ordering food, Adan threw a cent of silver to the store owner, pointed to the prostitute on the stage and said, "Please sing a Mongolian tune."

The waiter turned over and fell over, looked at the silver in his hand carefully, and thought to himself, where did the earthen leopard come from? We all use gold bills here.
Chapter completed!