After eating, her stomach was extremely full.
The man sitting opposite her wiped the corners of his lips elegantly. After the waiter had swiped the card, he held it with both hands, bent over, and handed the black card symbolizing his identity to him.
Mo Yesi took it.
He looked up and smirked as Qiao Mianmian touched her stomach. "Your appetite is good tonight. It seems like the dishes here are suited to your taste. If you like them, we can come here every day to eat."
"Cough."
Qiao Mianmian was drinking water and almost choked.
She felt a little hot and embarrassed.
Did this mean that she had eaten too much?
Tonight… she did seem to have eaten a lot.
Out of the table of food, she had eaten at least two-thirds of it. In contrast, Mo Yesi, a big man, ate like a girl.
"Yes, the food here is delicious, but it's too expensive. Eating here every day is too luxurious."
