"Ah Feng, we can't eat all of this, can we?" An Biru said.
"We'll pay for what we eat, and it's nice to try the specialty dishes here. These days, there aren't many hotels still open for business, so the chefs that remain are surely the crème de la crème. We're in for a treat," Tang Feng laughed.
"But this meal is costing us too much," An Biru felt a pang of distress; only those in business know how hard it is to make money these days.
"The most important thing about going out is to have fun. As for money, in my eyes, it's no different from paper," Tang Feng said.
The women gave him a look but felt relieved in their hearts; with his sky-high methods, money indeed was no different from paper to him.
The hotel served the dishes quickly, and delicious meals were brought to the table one after another.
An Biru poured the red wine, and seeing her daughter pushing her glass forward, Lian Xin shook her head, "You're weak, you can't drink."
