Mo Bei shot him a look. "At 1,888 for a single dish, Boss Shen is practically doing charity."
"You sound like you've been brainwashed. Who on earth sells food for that much? Especially a small shop like this."
"Enough nonsense. You'll see what I mean once you eat."
"Alright, fine. But if it's not good, I'm not paying."
"Don't worry, you're definitely paying for this."
Soon, Deng Ying brought over several quick-to-prepare dishes. She explained that the grilled fish would take a bit longer, as it was killed and grilled to order.
"That's fine, we're not in a hurry."
Mo Bei picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of the spicy fire-roasted fish, and said, "Miss, could you bring us plenty of rice?"
Deng Ying nodded. She had already witnessed the appetites of Mo Bei and his group, so she brought over four buckets of rice in one go.
"If that's not enough, just give me a shout. I'll bring more right away."
"Okay, thank you."
