After getting it all off her chest, Li Xiaomei felt much better.
But when it was time to pay the bill, she saw the total of over eighty yuan and felt a pang of heartache.
Li Xiaomei frowned and asked the waitress, "You must have calculated this bill wrong, right?"
The waitress was an eighteen-year-old girl with an apple-cheeked face that looked wonderfully cheerful whenever she smiled.
She said very patiently, "Ma'am, we didn't make a mistake. You see, you ordered fifteen dishes in total, and eight of them were our more expensive signature dishes. You also ordered high-grade Longjing tea."
"It's this expensive for just this much food? Do you think I've never been to the South or had afternoon tea before?!" Li Xiaomei was annoyed.
In truth, she had no idea if it was expensive or not, but having to suddenly pull over eighty yuan out of her pocket made her extremely unhappy!
Ji Yuehong, however, was starting to lose face.
