Xu Ye led Xu Moran into a small private room, and soon a waitress in a cheongsam came to take their order.

The waitress, who had probably never seen a male customer as handsome as Xu Ye before, was so engrossed in her cheongsam that it accentuated her curvaceous figure that she forgot to order. She stared intently at Xu Ye.

Xu Moran could only sigh. Everyone loves beauty, so how could she blame others for staring at Xu Ye like that?

Xu Ye opened the menu and placed it in front of Xu Moran, gently saying to her, "Ranran, see what you like to eat?"

Xu Moran was about to say that she wasn't picky about food and that Xu Ye should order instead, when she heard Xu Ye continue, "Ranran, what do you think of my face?"

"What?" Xu Moran clearly did not understand the meaning of Xu Ye's words just now.

Xu Ye grabbed her hand and touched it to his face. "Ranran, I just had jaw reduction surgery and eyelid surgery. Touch it and see if you can tell that my face is fake?"

Xu Moran firmly believed that Xu Ye's entire being, not just his face, was entirely natural. She didn't pull her hand away, but let Xu Ye press her hand on his face, looking directly into his eyes. She wanted to understand what he meant by those words through his eyes.

As it turns out, the biggest difference between Xu Ye's eyes and those of ordinary people is that his eyes are particularly beautiful. His pupils are not entirely black like those of Asians, but rather black with a hint of brown.

However, despite having such beautiful eyes, you can't possibly see what he's thinking through them.

It is said that a person's eyes are the windows to their soul, allowing you to understand what kind of person they are. Xu Ye's eyes, though seemingly bright, are actually a closed window.

"Ranran." Whether Xu Moran spoke or not didn't affect Xu Ye's speech. He said to Xu Moran, "It seems that my plastic surgery this time was very successful. There's not a trace of plastic surgery. It seems that you really do get what you pay for. You see, some people have plastic surgery, and you can tell at a glance that they've had work done. In my opinion as a man, it's not a big deal if a woman is flat-chested, or even if she's sunken like an ancient well. What's important is spending money to get those cheap breast augmentations. They're so fake that they can't be faked, and the thing is, the person doesn't even know it."

As he spoke, he glanced, intentionally or unintentionally, at the female waitress's chest, who had been giving him flirtatious looks.

Xu Moran followed his intentional or unintentional gaze and indeed understood the purpose of Xu Ye's words just now. He was cunning, really cunning; and he was really sharp-tongued.

Just as Xu Moran finished evaluating Xu Ye in her mind, she heard a loud door opening, followed by sobbing—the kind of wailing that comes from realizing you've been tricked, or from having been deceiving yourself all along, only to have the truth suddenly exposed.

Besides Xu Moran and Xu Ye, there were no other waiters in the private room.

Xu Ye didn't care at all about successfully driving the waiter away. Instead, he turned to the next page of the menu and asked Xu Moran, "Ranran, you order whatever you like. This meal is on me."

Xu Moran wanted to ask Xu Ye, "Are you treating? Do you have money?"

She suddenly remembered that she had left her only card with Xu Ye for the time being. He certainly had money, but she, on the other hand, had nothing but cash in her wallet.

Xu Moran was neither an embodiment of justice nor a moral exemplar. She did not criticize Xu Ye for driving away the waitress.

Everyone has their own way of handling things. You may disagree, but you shouldn't argue with them or try to get them to do things your way.

Xu Moran was still preoccupied with the matter of seeing the doctor at eight o'clock. In addition, if she pushed the task of ordering food onto Xu Ye, given his pursuit of a high quality of life, he would definitely only order the expensive items, and she would inevitably raise her objections. Then Xu Ye would make a point, and she would object again based on the prices on the menu.

If this happens repeatedly, it will not only waste time, but also affect one's mood and make one lose their appetite.

Xu Moran did not refuse and looked down at the menu.

Looking down, she gasped in surprise and realized once again that this was indeed the restaurant Xu Ye had brought her to.

Putting aside the decor and the taste of the dishes we haven't even tried yet, just looking at the prices on the menu, one word to describe it is "expensive"; two words would be "very expensive"; and three words would be "too expensive!"

A plate of stir-fried vegetables costs 68 yuan. Are the vegetables here brought back from outer space?

Once a person eats it, not only can it replenish the vitamins the body needs for a lifetime, but it can also cure all kinds of ailments, even those embarrassing male and female diseases. So a serving of vegetables costing 68 yuan is definitely worth it.

The key point is that vegetables are vegetables. Even if they sell for 680, they are still vegetables. You can't say that you can taste seafood in vegetables.

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