Ding Ning swallowed her saliva and looked up at Yu Jiangqing, "Do you know how much our monthly salary adds up to?"
Yu Jiangqing was still instructing his son to seal his hands. When he heard Ding Ning's words, he did not turn around and continued instructing his son, "You're not so poor that you can't have a perfect wedding. You just need to see if the dishes are what you like."
"What I Like?"Ding Ning felt that young master Yu's words were wonderful. did he even care about whether the bride liked it or not at the wedding banquet?
"What else can I do? It's already good enough that I'm paying to treat them to a meal. I still have to take care of their appetites. Are you kidding me?"Yu Jiangqing said nonchalantly.
Ding Ning:"..."
What he said made sense.
"There's such an expensive hotel in Lin City?"A table of dishes cost several thousand yuan. Ding Ning felt that it was already good enough that she could find a three-star hotel in Lin City.
