Mi Lan awkwardly scratched his head, feeling helpless inside. Marquis Mi was in the business of Soil Gambling, not charity, so the odds of winning the grand prize were bound to be low. You can't blame a pit for not being big enough just because you can't shit, right?
In the end, Mi Lan decided to change the subject. "Ahem, Princess Wan can rest assured. Our Fortune Workshop deals fairly with customers of all ages, and there are naturally plenty of good things. But it's getting late today. Why don't I take you all to try some of our Beilin City specialties?"
"Marquis Mi, Beilin City specialties? Watermelon or pumpkin?"
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