Chapter 247

Zhao Yan had money in his pocket. It wasn't that he couldn't afford the six hundred wen; he simply refused to be a sucker. The waiter was quite unfazed by such confrontations. With the imperial examinations held over the past half-month, many students from out of town had flooded into Yuanning Prefecture. He had long since grown accustomed to customers complaining that the dishes in their restaurant were too expensive. Regardless of their complaints, they always ended up eating there anyway. Although prices had indeed risen during this period—and what normally cost just over two hundred wen was now much steeper—the manager had strictly instructed them beforehand, and since the prices were set by the manager, a mere waiter like him had no choice but to comply.