With no other choice, Jiang Lan could only lower his head and gulp it down.
Fifteen thousand Credit Points really wasn't cheap.
Still, Shen Qingqiu didn't just sit watching. He helped Jiang Lan drink quite a bit of it.
They were both Martial Artists, after all. Jiang Lan's physique in particular was far more powerful than a beast's. After more than half a bottle of wine, his face wasn't red and his pulse hadn't quickened.
But this stuff really didn't taste good.
Tsk... I can't show off like that next time.
Over an hour later, after they had eaten and drunk their fill, Jiang Lan beckoned to the waiter.
"The bill, please."
The total was fifteen thousand six hundred. Fifteen thousand was for the red wine, and only the remaining six hundred was for the food. Even so, the food was expensive too.
But Jiang Lan didn't feel any regret over the money.
When he was treating his aunt, it didn't matter how expensive it was.
Shen Qingqiu glanced at the bill, a trace of pain showing in his eyes.
Fifteen thousand was several months of his salary.
After settling the bill, Jiang Lan said:
"Let's go, Auntie."
"Mm."
Shen Qingqiu nodded and left the restaurant with Jiang Lan.
As they stepped outside the restaurant, the evening breeze blew into their faces.
There were fewer pedestrians on the street than usual.
After all, these were unusual times, and not many people were in the mood to wander around.
Shen Qingqiu walked beside Jiang Lan, a faint blush on his cheeks.
They strolled slowly back along the way they had come.
"Did you get enough to eat, Auntie?"
"It was all right." Shen Qingqiu paused. "Not as good as my cooking."
"Of course not," Jiang Lan agreed with a smile.
Honestly,