Bottoms Up!

The Pandaren were a race with a long and storied history.

New era, new life. As the Pandaren regime that ruled the entire continent alone, the Shaohao Dynasty had finally taken steps to open itself to the outside world, welcoming other races from across the world to visit—or lend a hand.

Although the Alliance and Horde's main expeditionary forces were still making tense preparations, adventurers from all walks of life had already arrived on the Pandaria Continent ahead of time and had gained a rough familiarity with its cultural traits.

To adventurers, the Pandaren, a race that had hidden itself away for ten thousand years, were indeed distinctive and refreshing.

Take Monk martial arts, for example. The Pandaren applied them to every aspect of daily life.

Oh, adventurers were not particularly surprised by that. After all, Chen Stormstout, who was quite famous in the old world, had always been enthusiastic about using his martial arts for all kinds of cooking. Whenever some world-shaking event occurred, this Pandaren could always be seen in the allied camp. His mobile stall made as much money as those of Goblin profiteers.

Which brought things back to food. Eating seemed to be one of the Pandaren's greatest pleasures, and the entire Pandaria Continent was eating everywhere.

Heaven bear witness, adventurers from the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor had never made such a fuss over food, nor divided it into so many categories.

"What? When you eat, you just put a sausage between two slices of bread? You call that a meal? Come, come, pay up first and taste our cuisine!"

At Halfhill Market in the Valley of the Four Winds, a Pandaren wearing a white chef's hat forcibly dragged two adventurers, who were agonizing over what to eat, into his shady shop... ahem, restaurant.

"You two