"Actually, I don't know what exactly I want to devour," Sun Hang said "honestly," "How about this, bring me the best dishes you have here, and I'll choose slowly."
Honestly, Sun Hang's current demeanor was like that of a nouveau riche who had never seen the world, walking into a high-end French restaurant. Faced with a menu of dishes he had never heard of, rather than blindly pointing with his eyes closed, he might as well ask the kitchen to bring out all the top-ranked dishes, from the most expensive to the least.
After all... he didn't have to pay.
"Um..." Yuri was momentarily at a loss for words, "Then... then how about I give you the electronic catalog of the containment objects later, and you decide for yourself..."
"Do you have any recommendations?" Sun Hang asked.
