It was alright.
That was Li Wei's verdict on the winter menu at Nobu, a high-end Japanese restaurant where the bill easily topped 500 USD per person.
It wasn't that the food was bad. In fact, it was quite decent. The fish tasted like fish, and the shrimp tasted like shrimp.
But the portions were ridiculously small. When Li Wei picked up a piece of sashimi with his chopsticks, it was so thin you could see light through it. Instead of satisfying his hunger, it only made him feel even hungrier.
Seeing this, Elizabeth, who was sitting next to him, smiled and pushed her plate of black cod over to him.
"It's my fault, really," she said with a smile. "I forgot about a football player's appetite. We should have gone for steak."
"Thanks," Li Wei said, taking the plate from Elizabeth without hesitation. "By the way, is this meal going to put a dent in your trust fund?"
