After getting out of the car, Wei Chenghe followed behind Qu Dong. After a few steps, his brows furrowed and his expression turned very ugly, "Wow, you're not going to eat something bizarre like roasted caterpillars again, are you?"
Qu Dong looked back at Wei Chenghe and shook his head, "No."
"I always feel there's something not quite right." Wei Chenghe sighed but didn't elaborate.
Then, the two entered a specialty restaurant. The decor of the restaurant was quite nice, but there were very few customers inside, mostly regulars. Unlike ordinary restaurants, this one had a very unique pricing strategy for its dishes. Normally, the price of seasonal vegetables represents the restaurant's minimum consumption level. But in this specialty restaurant, an ordinary dish like stir-fried potato shreds was priced close to fifty yuan, whereas the specialty dishes were relatively cheaper.
"Ah, Qu Dong, you're here again?" The boss was a man in his forties, dressed casually.