"How do ordinary people manage to live on a hundred dollars?" Qinghe was haunted by this thought, wondering if she had shot herself in the foot.
She looked over the bill with disbelief—was all this little bit of food really this expensive? That couldn't be right.
The more she looked, the wider her eyes grew. She picked up her lemonade and asked the waiter, "Thirty for a lemonade? Ninety for a plate of meat? And these... your prices are too steep, aren't they?"
The waiter was taken aback and looked at the couple incredulously. The man was handsome and rakish, the woman had an ethereal quality with stunning looks. Glancing at their attire, they certainly didn't appear like unsophisticated country bumpkins trying to dine and dash.
Perhaps the waiter's gaze was too intense, and Qinghe took a sip of her drink to hide her embarrassment, coughing softly twice.
