Since this was his restaurant, he naturally hoped they would order as much as possible—ideally running up a tab of a hundred thousand or more in a single sitting.
Qiu Shiqing covered her mouth to hide a giggle, her left hand resting on his thigh, looking devastatingly beautiful. She felt he was truly wicked, a complete troublemaker, generously spending other people's money.
Predictably, Zhu Yun's expression turned quite ugly. A single plate of vegetables cost two hundred eighty-eight, yet it felt like there wasn't even a pound of food on it. Three eggs and a pound of Chinese chives, at most. Before he could even get a bite, those unrefined peasants had polished it off in a few mouthfuls. The last time he’d eaten here, he had worn out the woman by his side for half the night; he’d been quite satisfied. He’d planned to repeat that experience today, so he had to keep eating.
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