Qingshui Garden Restaurant, the speed of serving dishes was fairly good.
A few people chatted idly in the meantime, and the dishes were already on the table.
A bowl of beef tendons, a bowl of duck, along with several stir-fries.
In these days when produce wasn't abundant, such dishes truly weren't something the average person could often taste.
Like in Chen Hai's household, where going ten days to half a month without knowing the taste of meat was common.
It seemed that, to treat Chen Hai to this meal, Li Ying and Hu Zhiyong had indeed spent a fair bit.
Of course, the conditions of their families were certainly much better than Chen Hai's.
The money spent on treating someone to a meal might not mean much to them, or maybe not.
When Li Ying tentatively asked Chen Hai to have a look at her grandmother's situation, after his polite refusal, she didn't persist endlessly.
Honestly, she was just trying her luck with the request.
