C107 Before the Competition

After a satisfying meal, Miao Kai patted his backside, ready to slip away when the stall owner approached him. "Young Master Miao, when do you plan to clear the tab you've run up here?" The owner's voice was timid, clearly reluctant to press for payment.

"What tab?" Miao Kai retorted with his characteristic sneer. "The few measly dishes I've had here can't amount to much