"What would you like to eat?" Ming Yihan sat down by the window, his body slightly turned to shield her from the cool breeze coming from outside.
"Something tasty," Zhiyan muttered, tossing the question back to him.
"Waiter." Ming Yihan raised an eyebrow, a trace of indulgence crossing his eyes as he pulled her closer in his embrace.
"Ah, coming right up! What would you esteemed guests like to have?" The eager waiter scurried over, bowing and nodding at Ming Yihan.
"Bring us whatever is delicious in your establishment," Ming Yihan said, and as he finished speaking, a Purple Crystal Stone appeared on the table. Zhiyan couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her eye — this man really had more money than he knew what to do with; it was just the cost of a meal, and he was using this.
The waiter's eyes nearly popped out of his head; in all his life, he had never seen a customer pay with a Purple Crystal Stone.
