To get a meal made by his own hands, one had to make a reservation in advance, or be someone with a special status or position. For ordinary people, it was difficult to have such an opportunity.
Rong Weiwei, looking at the blanched snails and red wine foie gras laid out before her, felt they were particularly glaring.
In the entertainment industry, she was the youngest Best Actress with numerous fans, backed by Shi Mufeng, her boyfriend with a substantial fortune. She had also been one of this restaurant's esteemed guests.
Now, she could only sit in the detention center, staring at the meal in the box that had already gone cold. Rong Weiwei's eyes felt as if they were pricked by needles as she swept the meal box to the ground in front of Jiang Meiqi.
"I won't eat it!"
With a loud bang, the delicately arranged dishes in the meal box were all scattered on the floor.
