Tang Feng glanced at the menu and immediately curled his lip.
They really dare to set those prices—a single dish for hundreds of dollars, even a common soup costs tens of dollars.
With prices multiplied by a hundredfold, how can this business continue?
Looking around, almost no one was eating.
How many people can still afford to dine out these days?
"Let's just forget it!" Tang Feng was afraid Cui Ying was just putting on airs, pretending to be wealthy.
"Come on, don't be such a spoilsport," Cui Ying called the waiter over and promptly ordered five dishes and one soup.
Tang Feng rolled his eyes; this meal would cost at least six thousand.
Not just a student, even a working person couldn't afford it.
"Don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking. You really don't need to worry; I have money," Cui Ying said with a smile.
"Alright, I just hope you're not lying to me," Tang Feng sighed.
This woman had qualities typically found in men.
Generosity!
