Xu Ye's voice came from beside her, "Ranran, you look very hungry. How about we order some more dishes?"

Xu Moran suddenly turned his face and shouted at Xu Ye without thinking, "Xu Ye, how dare you!"

Although her speech was a little unclear because she had food in her mouth, she still made it look like she would fight Xu Ye to the death if he dared to add more food.

"Ranran." Xu Ye pretended to be startled by Xu Moran's gaze and explained, "I was worried that you wouldn't have enough to eat."

Xu Moran almost stood up and overturned the table, glaring fiercely at the person next to her, and said viciously, "Thank you, but I'm already stuffed because of what you ordered. If you're full too, you can call someone to pay the bill!"

Xu Moran is a child who is particularly sensitive when it comes to money. She couldn't bear to hear how much the meal cost, so she got up and went to the restroom.

She had just stood up when she saw the door to the private room open and the restaurant manager rushing in.

Xu Moran wondered if the restaurant manager's apparent mental disability was one of the reasons for the restaurant's exorbitant prices.

This time, the restaurant manager didn't look at Xu Ye, but said directly to her, "Miss, I have some good news for you."

Fortunately, Xu Moran had a good mental fortitude. He cautiously looked at the restaurant manager and said, "What good news? Don't tell me it's like a pie fell from the sky and landed right on my head."

The restaurant manager was taken aback at first, then nodded vigorously, beaming, and said, "Miss, you're incredibly clever! Our restaurant is currently holding a 'pie falling from the sky' event, and it just so happens that you've won!"

First of all, Xu Moran is not a three-year-old child. Secondly, she is not greedy for small gains. When the restaurant manager told her that she had won the prize in an almost excited tone, her reaction was still calm. "Thank you. I just don't know if this prize is given out based on how much you spend, or if it's like buying three ounces of lean meat and getting a pound of fatty meat as a bonus?"

The restaurant manager sensed the sarcasm in Xu Moran's words and quickly waved his hand, "No, miss, you've misunderstood. Our restaurant is a legitimate business and we would never play word games or use false advertising to deceive consumers."

After saying that, fearing that Xu Moran might not believe him, he hurriedly added, "In addition to the free meal today, you will also receive a recharge card as a prize. There are no restrictions on how you use the card; you can use it directly as cash."

"Is that good?" Xu Moran looked at Xu Ye, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her ears, she couldn't help but ask Xu Ye what he thought.

Why does she always feel something's off, but she can't quite put her finger on it?

Xu Ye was unaware of Xu Moran's gaze directed at him, as he was fiddling with a chicken in a clay pot using his chopsticks.

Perhaps it was because Xu Moran and the restaurant manager fell silent that he had a chance to speak. He lifted his eyelids and asked the restaurant manager, "You just said that your restaurant is a legitimate business, a legitimate restaurant. So let me ask you, is this chicken a legitimate chicken?"

This problem came so suddenly, like a tornado, that the restaurant manager almost lost his footing.

When he confirmed that the man sitting at the table not far from him was the same man he had seen years ago, his heart was in his throat. At this critical moment, he didn't have the courage to even glance at him, let alone try to guess what he meant by those words.

Perhaps when he gets home and tells his lover how he feels, she will definitely look down on him. After all, he is the manager of a high-end restaurant and has seen so many dignitaries. How could he be so cowardly in front of a man in his twenties?

The restaurant manager had no way to express his suffering. That night, after he got home, he told his lover what had happened during the day. And his lover did indeed look down on him. That night, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make it happen. It was clear how much psychological pressure Xu Ye had put on the restaurant manager.

Before him, the restaurant manager, looking as if he had been whipped up by a tornado, nervously swallowed before answering Xu Ye's question about whether the chicken in the casserole was proper or not.

"Sir, we have a strict procurement process for our ingredients, and the chicken is definitely a good chicken."

Xu Ye put down his chopsticks. "What I asked you just now wasn't whether this chicken is a good chicken or not, but whether this chicken is a proper chicken or not?"

The restaurant manager opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Xu Moran looked at the restaurant manager, who was so nervous that cold sweat was clearly seeping from his forehead. He couldn't stand Xu Ye's difficult behavior any longer and whispered to Xu Ye, "Xu Ye, that's enough."

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