Chapter 133: You don't have to kill people like this
An Xiaoqi looked at Mo Li in embarrassment: "Mr. Mo, I only have ninety yuan on me."
"I told you earlier!" Mo Li frowned, "There is no meal on this street that costs ninety yuan."
As Mo Li said this, he turned the steering wheel and drove the car to another block.
An Xiaoqi curled her lips secretly and pretended, as if he didn't know how much money he had on him!
He also said that women love acting, and he loves acting the most!
Mo Li stopped in front of an exquisite restaurant and asked An Xiaoqi: "Is this restaurant okay?"
An Xiaoqi could only nod. Although the scale is not too small, it can only be like this.
You can't take this young master of the Mo family to eat at a street stall!
As soon as she entered the hotel, An Xiaoqi felt a little uneasy.
Although the hotel is not too big, the decoration style inside is full of petty bourgeoisie. It is a romantic place that couples like, and it must not be much cheaper.
After arriving, it was hard to leave again. An Xiaoqi followed Mo Li and sat down at a seat by the window.
The waiter brought the menu
Mo Li put the menu in An Xiaoqi's hand and said, "Since you are treating us, you should order the food."
This is exactly what An Xiaoqi wants. She really doesn't dare to ask this young man who usually spends a lot of money to order.
An Xiaoqi looked at the well-made menu and flipped through it over and over again. There was really nothing to order.
A plate of fried vegetables, 48 yuan
A plate of vinegar-soaked peanuts, 46 yuan
…
As for meat dishes, An Xiaoqi no longer watches them at all.
You don’t kill people like this!
An Xiaoqi couldn't sit still. With the money in her pocket, she couldn't even order the cheapest two dishes.
It was shabby anyway, and she didn't want to waste the ninety yuan in her pocket that represented a way out.
She asked the waiter: "Is there any pasta?"
“With sour soup noodles”
"How much does a bowl cost?"
"ten yuan"
An Xiaoqi thought that a bowl of noodles for ten yuan should be quite large, so she said, "Two bowls then."
The waiter was a little surprised: "Aren't you going to order something else?"
An Xiaoqi nodded: "Let's do this first."
After the waiter left with a puzzled look on his face, An Xiaoqi said calmly: "Mr. Mo, it's best to eat pasta at noon. You're not afraid of getting fat. When we were in school, we usually only ate vegetables at night..."
"It's up to you to do whatever you want. It's your treat anyway." Mo Li drank the tea provided for free with the meal in a gentlemanly manner and didn't mind.