“Here’s the deal. I can only treat you to a bowl of Clear Broth Noodle Soup. I can’t afford any other dishes.” Wu Zhou chattered to his colleague Zhao Yingjun, who had just sat down.
“I know, I know. You brat, I know well how much your bonuses are. I won’t rip you off if the Clear Broth Noodle Soup really costs 268 RMB.” Zhao Yingjun answered smartly.
“Turn around and check the price yourself if you don’t believe me.” Wu Zhou said angrily while pointing at the wall behind Zhao Yingjun.
“Alright. Fine.” He turned to check the menu.
The price on the menu made Zhao Yingjun think that the boss must have forgotten to add a decimal point or something, or he was originally a black-hearted boss.
“Could the Jin’ling Grass dish that’s 108 RMB be the artemisia selengensis?” Zhao Yingjun had been to Jin’ling City for business before and the artemisia was quite unforgettable to him, thus he couldn’t help but to ask.
