The dinner party came to an end.
After Dong Qingfeng paid the bill, the eight of them had spent five hundred yuan total—about sixty per person. It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't expensive either.
The Boss gave them a can of Red Bull, and Dong Qingfeng casually handed it to Cui Yu.
Cui Yu was delighted. He might not have cared about five yuan, but receiving a can of Red Bull made it feel rather substantial. His favorability toward Dong Qingfeng went up by one.
Dong Qingfeng paused outside the entrance. Behind him were the aroma of barbecue and the laughter of customers; beyond the doors, snow flew thickly through the sky. A layer of snow blanketed the road, trampled into a mess by pedestrians. Rather than feeling cold, he found it especially warm and cozy.
Dong Qingfeng was an old Yuzhou City native. Over the past year, Yuzhou City had grown more and more prosperous. That was good.
He glanced over the boys and asked, "Are you guys going to Meng Gui's place later?"
Guo Kunnan said, "Nope. We're going to the internet café tonight to grind some matches, then head to the Large Bathhouse to sleep after Early Morning."
"Not bad. Pretty carefree," Dong Qingfeng praised. Even when he traveled alone, he always stayed in hotels. He couldn't stand living like a drifter.
At that, Guo Kunnan immediately tossed the lesson he had just learned from Ma Ge out of his mind. He, too, thought that kind of life was great—playing games online with good brothers, eating lavish meals at restaurants, soaking in the Large Bathhouse. He would never be lonely.
One after another, they stepped out of the Korean BBQ Restaurant. The cold wind brushed their cheeks, and its chill instantly made them appreciate winter's charm.
Dong