"Please wait a moment," the chef and owner slightly bowed.
Dubian Che took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ichiki Aoi, asking her to come here.
Soon after, Ichiki Aoi walked in with her backpack.
She plopped down next to Dubian Che, stared silently at him.
"Aren't you going to order?" Dubian Che popped some foie gras sushi into his mouth.
Ichiki Aoi watched him eating with relish, then picked up the menu, glanced at it, and put it back.
"Don't see anything you like?" Dubian Che asked.
"No money."
"Blunt. I'll treat you."
"No thanks."
"Chef," Dubian Che didn't look at her but spoke to the chef, "Tuna, roe, sea urchin, one of each, please."
"Even if you order the expensive ones purposefully, I won't forgive you," Ichiki Aoi said grumpily.
The middle-aged man, sipping his drink, looked over and felt he found the perfect appetizer.
"Then remember me for the rest of your life," Dubian Che turned his head nonchalantly, "Being remembered by Ichiki is my honor."
