Chapter 45: A Meal for 20,000 Yuan

Jun Mohan looked ahead with dark eyes, and seemed a little disgusted with the snack in her mouth.

Seeing that he had a cold face and didn't speak, Wen Xin was at a loss, "Okay, uncle, what do you want to eat? I'll risk my life to accompany you."

Jun Mohan then said, "Follow me."

After taking a taxi, the couple came to a super fancy steak restaurant. Seeing the words "Sunshine Coast Steakhouse", Wen Xin stopped.

With tens of thousands of dollars in savings, he actually wants to come here to eat?

What are you doing?

Jun Mohan walked over first and said, "We're having steak tonight, all you can eat."

When Wen Xin heard this, she hurried forward and grabbed his sleeve with four fingers, steadied her steps, and said carefully: "Uncle, how about we go to another restaurant?"

"Any one will do, but not this one."

Wen Xin naturally knew this restaurant. It was the most luxurious steak restaurant in the southern part of the imperial capital, and even in the imperial capital, and it was also owned by the Jun family.

Only the rich or noble come here to eat. She has never been here before and has never even tasted what steak tastes like.

However, she heard that a colleague from KTV came here once and spent all his money on a meal, even his money. At that time, everyone teased him about how much he had spent.

He said it was more than ten thousand yuan. Just five people spent more than ten thousand yuan on a meal. Xiao Han laughed at the time and said that the water in it was made of dewdrops.

"No, this is the one."

Jun Mohan coldly said two words to her and stepped in. Because he was in disguise, no one inside recognized his identity.

Wen Xin followed him timidly like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and then sat down.

Not to mention this kind of store, the sofas are all made of real leather and are very comfortable to sit on.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?"

The waiter handed them menus.

Wen Xin took a look and almost vomited blood. A steak cost four thousand yuan, and an ice cream cost several hundred yuan.

Jun Mohan looked at her frowning eyebrows, then handed the menu to the waiter and ordered a lot of servings. Wen Xin shouted, "That's enough. I can't finish it."

As soon as the waiter left, Wen Xin whispered, "You're crazy. If you keep going like this, all the twenty thousand will be gone."

"It's okay, I don't come here often, just once in a while."

Wen Xin almost vomited blood.

“You can’t save money on a car.”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: "Of course I have to buy a car, and I have to eat. I will take out a loan to buy them when the time comes."

Wen Xin: "..."

Three dishes, half a bucket of rice, a bowl of soup, two steaks and an ice cream were served on the table. She licked her lips. Although the food was expensive, she had to say it was delicious and satisfying. She was satisfied at first sight. It was worthy of being the best Western restaurant.

“Eat it!”

Following Jun Mohan's instruction, Wen Xin hurriedly picked up the chopsticks. From being cautious at the beginning to eating with relish at the end, Jun Mohan was surprised. This woman really didn't care about her image and was a big foodie.

"Eat it! It would be a waste if you can't eat it."

Wen Xin urged him, but Jun Mohan had no appetite for this kind of food because he could come here to eat at any time. He stopped eating after eating half of the steak.

Wen Xin looked at the leftover dishes and, in order not to waste money, she forced herself to swallow them all. Even the guests next to her were whispering in amusement.

Jun Mohan was too embarrassed to make an excuse to go to the bathroom. When he came back again, she was still finishing the last two pieces of cake, so he had no choice but to pay the bill.

Even though it's his own restaurant, he still has to pay for the convenience of reconciliation. This is his own rule.

It can be said that Wen Xin walked in and left while holding the wall, while Jun Mohan felt embarrassed, so he paid the bill and waited outside.

When he got home, because there was no electricity, Jun Mohan turned on the flashlight and lit two candles.

Wen Xin held onto the wall and walked to the sofa, then threw herself down on it and protested.

"Uncle, you are really crazy. You spent more than 20,000 yuan on a meal. I am so full that I am dying."

Jun Mohan washed his hands and said, "You ate all of them."

"Ouch!" Wen Xin rubbed her stomach and burped, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Who told you not to eat? I ate all of it because I didn't want it to be wasted. You don't know that my stomach is so uncomfortable now that I feel like it's going to explode."

Jun Mohan said in a deep voice: "If you can't eat it, you can pack it up."

Warm: "......"

How could she have forgotten about this, causing her to eat all that food. When she thought about spending 20,000 yuan in one night, she felt her blood pressure was about to soar.

Because of the power outage, the two did not take a shower. Jun Mohan sat for a while and then went to sleep.

Wen Xin rubbed her stomach for most of the day, took a few stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets, and did yoga back and forth in the room for an hour before returning to her room.

The cell phone in her pocket rang. She quickly picked up the phone and went to the window. It was grandma.

She smiled warmly, "Hello, grandma."

Old Mrs. Jun smiled, and Wen Xin could tell how happy she was even through the phone.

"Girl, are you free tomorrow? Grandma wants to bring someone to your house to check the Feng Shui."

“Why Feng Shui?”

"I used Master Zhou Zhou's medicine last time and it worked very well. Didn't I tell you to ask him to tell your fortune again?"

Wen Xin nodded, "That's true."

Old Madam Jun said, "Master Zhou Zhou said he wanted to find a good place in your house to stick the talisman paper, so that he could have a son or a daughter, so I came to find you."

Wen Xin frowned. She didn't have any thoughts. Just stick it on. She didn't believe in these things. Whether to have a boy or a girl depends on the man and has nothing to do with this.

But Jun Mohan is different. He is a male chauvinist and picky man. If there are a few talismans in his house, especially talismans for having children, I wonder if he will go crazy. After all, it is his house.

If you don’t know, you might think that she wanted a child so much that she deliberately posted this kind of thing to hint at him.

But if she didn't stick it on, she would offend the old lady, and she kept poking the windowsill with her troubled fingers.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mrs. Jun asked, "Girl, are you in trouble?"

"Hmm," she said, "Grandma, I have no problem with that, but you know Jun Mohan's temper, and I'm afraid he'll get angry. Otherwise, grandma, call him and tell him. If he agrees, I'll wait for you to come."

"No, as long as you agree, he will agree. Since you have no problem with that, we will come tomorrow morning and you can take an early leave."

Warm, "Can..."

"Okay, girl, I'm hanging up now. I'll tell Master Zhou Zhou right away."

The call was hung up. Wen Xin held the phone in silence, wanting to cry but unable to. She hoped that Jun Mohan would not blame her tomorrow.

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