After they finished the Western meal, the waiter respectfully approached with the card machine: "Sir, that's a total of five thousand six hundred, including a ten percent service fee."
An Tong heard that and, even though she was mentally prepared, couldn't help but change her expression.
Even though she felt a bit embarrassed, she just sat quietly in her spot without any intention of stepping forward to pay.
Because she couldn't afford this meal, or rather, she was unwilling to spend such money.
Five thousand six was equivalent to most of her monthly salary.
In her view of consumption, no matter how good this meal was, it was far from worth the cost.
Zhang Xinxin might still manage to take photos and share them on social media, gaining extra emotional value from this meal.
But for An Tong, this meal was merely a somewhat upscale dish, and she couldn't think of any reason to spend so much money beyond that.
