"...I can eat anything, what would Teacher Guan like to eat?"
This meal was her treat, so naturally, she deferred to the other's preference.
Guan Weizhi grasped the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, "Let's have Japanese cuisine then." After speaking, he watched her expression through the rearview mirror on the right.
Qiao Suisui of course agreed, nodding obediently at the moment, though she felt somewhat anxious inside.
She knew that the price range for Japanese cuisine wasn't easy to grasp; a few hundred might be enough for a hearty meal, whereas a few thousand might only buy a bottle of wine.
The Tesla sped along the road directly to the city center. Instead of the crowded commercial district she had imagined, it pulled up to a serene private garden, which even had guards standing watch at the entrance.
