The migrant workers speak rather loudly, it's a habit they have. Now, as they came in and sat down, the foreman felt at ease seeing Ye Qiu there.
"Boss Ling." The foreman greeted Ling Zhengwei.
"Order anything you like, I've reserved ten thousand yuan for you."
Ten thousand yuan?
At this resort, that's enough to eat heartily.
These twenty-some people are just two tables of diners.
The foreman returned to sit with the migrant workers. Ye Qiu looked at Ling Zhengwei and Zhou Xiaolan, feeling a bit strange. He didn't expect that these two, only at forty-something, would come to understand the feelings between them.
Soon after, when the waitress brought over the dishes Ye Qiu had just ordered, Ye Qiu invited the couple and Ling Fei to start eating.
As lunchtime approached, the four of them ate their fill.
They sat around for a while drinking tea, then called the waitress over to settle the bill.
The total for Ye Qiu's table was just over a thousand yuan.
