Dealing with a Tiger (Second Update)

When it came to someone like Ye Qingyi, Feng Jun felt pretty miserable. He clearly could have taken advantage of her, yet he simply couldn't.

Sister Shen chose the dinner location: a private home-style restaurant.

The restaurant was located inside a residential building in an upscale complex filled with high-rise apartments with north-south ventilation. The apartment housing the restaurant was on the sixteenth floor, with five bedrooms and three living rooms. Not only was it extremely private, but it was lavishly decorated as well.

The five of them chose a sunny room. Not long after they sat down, the restaurant brought out the dishes.

Sister Shen introduced the place with a smile, saying that it served home-style food and generally did not take orders. All you had to do was call beforehand and tell them the number of guests and your price range.

The dishes came in three tiers: two hundred, three hundred, and five hundred yuan per person, not including alcohol.

Of course, if you insisted on a thousand-yuan tier, the restaurant could make that too, but it was best to let them know in advance.

Sister Shen had chosen the five-hundred-yuan tier. Five people came to two thousand five hundred yuan, which was not terribly expensive, but the dishes served really were just ordinary home cooking, and that did not even include alcohol. Average salaried workers could hardly afford to eat here often.

Still, for people with some money, spending a thousand yuan on a casual work lunch for five was not exactly extravagant.

In short, it was a restaurant that was neither here nor there, but its home cooking was genuinely excellent. The tofu was set with brine, the chicken was free-range farm chicken, and the vegetables came from farmers' gardens—the kind grown for their own tables.