Zhang Hu stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and muttered, "How could we possibly eat this well every day? This dumpling feast is just for show."
Zhang Zhao felt his heart settle. He knew it—there was no way Pei Xiao could be that wealthy; this meal was definitely a performance for their benefit.
Zhang Hu stretched his neck to swallow the dumpling and called out to the Mess/Logistics Troop, "This General prefers the vegetarian delight and corn fillings. Bring me two more plates!"
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