Lin Feng's arrival didn't attract anyone's attention; he found a vacant round table in the corner and casually flipped through the menu on the table. He was almost shocked out of his wits—a pot of tea actually cost more than a thousand yuan, not to mention other dishes.
Even milk tea at fifteen yuan a cup seemed expensive to Lin Feng, let alone tea costing over a thousand per pot. He had intended to order a pot of tea to pass the time, but now he had to close the menu.
Moreover, Lin Feng noticed that when others at the tables were ordering, they would tip the female waitress. With less than three hundred yuan in his pocket, he couldn't even afford to tip once.
"Sir, may I take your order?" Before Lin Feng could put down the menu, a young and beautiful waitress had already arrived by his side, looking at him with a smile on her face.
