Nangong Wudi ushered the three members of the Heiserana Family into the shop, then stuck a talisman card on the door. Under the spell that drove away idle customers, the few remaining diners soon paid and left as well, and the place quickly fell quiet. Hao Ren watched the last few elderly customers pay their bills and couldn't help muttering, "Is this shop really aiming to become a senior activity center?"
"There are mostly old men and women around here," Nangong Wudi said with a chuckle. "It's fine. I only opened the shop so I wouldn't have nothing to do, and this is pretty good too. So, what would you three like to eat?"
The latter half of his sentence was directed at the three Vampire guests. Duncan and Cassandra answered in unison, "Do you have Type A blood?"
Nangong Wudi's expression stiffened. "...We don't have that."
Duncan said, "Then bring us two baskets of pork-and-chive buns."
Cassandra said, "I'll have a bowl of stir-fried flatbread with vegetables. Add plenty of bean sprouts."
Hao Ren stared blankly at the two high-ranking Bloodkin. He hadn't expected them to adapt so well to local customs. After arriving in the South Suburbs, they had instantly lowered their standards—or rather, one reason was that the Vampires brought out by Heiserana had always had such a versatile style.
Nangong Wudi's cheek twitched slightly. He turned and called into the kitchen, then looked back at Heiserana. "And you?"
Heiserana lowered her head and studied the menu seriously for quite a while. In the end, she tossed it onto the table. "Stir-fried pork with garlic shoots!"
Hao Ren waved at Nangong Wudi. "Don't be surprised. This is Vivian's bloodline. They aren't afraid of garlic, let alone mere garlic shoots. Speaking of which, before you start cooking, get