Chapter 1657: Chapter 1656: Who Said I Should Let Cheng Jiuyi Look Good
Chapter 1656: Who Said I’m Not as Good Looking as Cheng Jiuyi
"Hehe." Mengyu chuckled lightly.
How could she not recognize him? Cheng Jiuhe was her own cousin, and also considered a sworn brother!
He didn’t like to mention his family’s affairs much, but Mengyu had asked Gu Dongxing about it. She knew his stepmother had two sons, and that the elder son was only a bit more than a year, almost two, younger than Gu Dongxing.
Her aunt was literally angered to death by that stepmother.
When the elder son got married, the stepmother even forced Gu Dongxing to give his grandfather’s gifted courtyard as the new house for them, leading him to simply sell the courtyard to Mengyu.
Unexpectedly, upon coming to this roast duck restaurant for a meal, she happened to encounter the Cheng Family.
After Qin Xiangshan introduced the Four Young Masters of Beijing, he looked at Mengyu worriedly, "Among the Four Young Masters of Beijing, the most difficult one to deal with is Young Master Cheng. I think we should just give up the private room."
Qin Xiangshan’s little scheme: if they give it up, he wouldn’t have to pay!
All the classmates anxiously looked at Mengyu.
Mengyu raised an eyebrow, took a sip of chicken and sea cucumber soup, then looked up at Qin Xiangshan, "If you’re scared, you can leave. I’m not full yet. This meal cost us 8,800 yuan; how could I let the chefs down without eating my fill?"
Her words shocked all the classmates: What, this meal costs 8,800 yuan?
Lin Xiuzhi hesitated to reach for the food, thinking of the expensive dishes!
Wang Yan exclaimed, "These dishes are too expensive! Even 880 yuan would have been enough!"
Hong Jinxiu pointed at the table with a slight excitement in her voice, "Mengyu, did you say these dishes cost 8,800 yuan?"
Mengyu nodded, "Yes."
Just when everyone thought she would complain about the price, blame Mengyu for wasting money, she shouted, "Oh my God, 8,800 yuan! I actually ate a table worth 8,800! 8,800, oh 8,800! There are thirteen of us, which averages to 676 yuan each! Wow, this is the most expensive meal I’ve ever had, enough for me to brag for years. I’m going to eat to my heart’s content!"
Watching Hong Jinxiu’s gleeful dance, everyone was stunned by her reaction, only Zhao Daquan looked at her indulgently: My lovely little woman! She’s not shocked by the 8,800 yuan meal at all.
Mengyu, feeling the contagious excitement from Hong Jinxiu, said with a smile, "Yes, yes, everyone should eat to their heart’s content; otherwise, it would be a waste of my intention."
The food was delicious and included many dishes that were rarely available.
Mengyu even detected a faint trace of Spiritual Energy in the roast duck. No wonder this roast duck restaurant was so famous, this meal certainly lived up to its reputation!
Due to Hong Jinxiu’s antics, everyone was buoyed by the mood and promptly indulged themselves in the feast.
Only Qin Xiangshan seemed like he was chewing wax.
And Zhu Chunhua appeared somewhat distracted.
They had just been eating for less than ten minutes when the private room door opened again.
This time, it wasn’t just the waiter Xiao Song and the previously arrogant Fatty, but also a young man in his twenties who entered.
With one glance, Mengyu noticed this man’s nose resembled Cheng Jiuhe’s, likely inherited from their father.
Then his identity became apparent.
"Who was it that said I’m not as good looking as Cheng Jiuyi?"
Everyone glanced at each other: Did someone really say that?
The arrogant Fatty pointed at Le Yin, "She said it." Then pointed at Mengyu, "And her!"