The meal had been pleasant for all those attending. When they came out of Jiangcheng Grand Restaurant, Cao Rui felt as if she were in a dream.
She was only a junior leader in her workplace, having about five or six people under her. Her family, though not distinguished, did have decent conditions. But they had never dined in such a fine restaurant.
This was the best restaurant in Danjiang City, and the food wasn't cheap by any means. The two of them ordered four dishes, a side of rice, and a pot of tea, and it all cost more than a hundred yuan—equivalent to nearly three months of her salary under this dastardly capitalist system.
On the other hand, Su Xiaowan seemed nonchalant, as if it wasn't her money she was spending but paper, and she didn't care at all. She didn't appear the least bit pained, but rather kept praising how good this dish was, or how delicious that one was, albeit a little salty.
