Zhang Hao took Qin Miaoke to the Sichuan Flavor Hotpot Restaurant, which actually wasn't an especially good choice in the middle of summer.
But the essence of eating hotpot is the atmosphere, and under that noisy, boisterous ambiance,
Qin Miaoke would surely find some relief for her mood. They had just sat down when Zhang Hao handed her one of the two menus.
"Choose whatever you want to eat. Don't worry about the cost on my behalf."
"Really? Is your salary as the director that much higher than mine as a nurse?"
Before coming, Qin Miaoke was not familiar with the changes at the hospital.
Anyway, when she arrived, Zhang Hao had already been the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.
"Even if I max out my credit card today, I still have to treat you to this meal."
With Zhang Hao saying that, Qin Miaoke's lips curled into a lovely arc.
"I'm not a big eater. Look at you talking big. But since you're so bold, I won't hold back today."
