I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

Mo Ruyue looked around and found that the decoration here was not bad.

She thinks one thousand taels is more than enough to spend here.

It only costs three or four hundred taels at most, how expensive can it be?

There are not many people in this restaurant, and it seems that business is not good at first glance.

Mo Chengfeng looked at Mo Ruyue with sympathetic eyes, and secretly winked at Mo Ruyue.

But Mo Ruyue didn't realize it.

Ming Sihan was drinking tea in a good mood. When he saw Mo Chengfeng winking, he whispered: "Mo Chengfeng, what's wrong with your eyes?"

When his name was called, Mo Chengfeng rubbed his eyes in embarrassment and said, "Maybe something got into his eyes."

"Bringing something in? Show it to me?"

Noila Mo stood up and walked over to Mo Chengfeng.

Looking at Mo Chengfeng's eyes closely, "Senior Brother Mo, don't move. I'll blow on your eyes. Just blow on them and it'll be fine."

Mo Chengfeng only felt that his body was stiff, Ruyue was too close, and the Demon Lord was staring at him.

Mo Ruyue blew on it and said, "How's it going? Are your eyes feeling better?"

"Well, okay, much better."

There was nothing wrong with his eyes, he just wanted to secretly remind Ruyue to take it easy.

But now it seems it's too late.

Ruyue is going to bleed heavily this time.

The Demon Lord will definitely make Ruyue understand what it means to have a sinister human heart.

"That's good."

Noila Mo returned to her seat.

Not long after, the waiter came with the dishes.

"Garlic shrimp, steamed fish, garlic scallops, peach meat..."

Dishes were brought to the table one by one, and the whole table was full of dishes.

Looking at the lobster on the plate that was bigger than her fist, Noila Mo swallowed subconsciously.

It seems delicious.

The sea fish is also a whole piece, with some chopped green onion on top.

The succulent scallops are topped with minced garlic, exuding an alluring aroma.

She had never eaten such a big lobster in modern times.

"Master, you eat first."

Mo Ruyue looked at Ming Sihan and asked her master to use the chopsticks first.

This is the greatest respect for one's master.

Ming Sihan was not in a hurry, but said to the waiter next to him: "Bring three jars of the best wine you have here."

"okay."

The waiter responded.

The best is the most expensive, there is no doubt about it.

When Mo Ruyue heard this, she said, "I don't have to, I'm not very good at drinking."

"I don't need it either."

Mo Chengfeng also followed Mo Ruyue and said.

If you can help Ruyue save some money, just save some money, the wine here is not cheap!

The waiter paused and looked at Ming Sihan, "Sir, is one jar enough?"

"Three altars, I have finished drinking."

Ming Sihan smiled lightly.

"okay."

The waiter responded and left to get the wine.

Seeing Ming Sihan move his chopsticks, Mo Ruyue reached out to take the scallops and said with a smile: "Master, I didn't expect you to be a drunkard."

"No wine, no joy."

Ming Sihan ate the dishes on the table elegantly. There were more than twenty dishes, and he only tasted each dish briefly.

After the wine was served, he started to drink.

Mo Ruyue ate almost every dish and soon became full, her stomach was not as full as usual.

"I'll have a drink too."

With that said, he got a small cup for himself.

After taking a sip, his delicate facial features instantly became distorted.

"So exciting."

Instead of continuing to drink, she chose to continue eating.

You can also put out lanterns after you finish eating.

After having enough wine and food, Mo Ruyue stood up and said: "Master, senior brother, you wait here, I will pay the bill!"

"Ruyue, shall I go with you?"

"OK."

Mo Ruyue agreed, thinking that Senior Brother Mo must not like being in the same room with the Demon Lord.

He kindly took Mo Chengfeng with him.

The two of them arrived downstairs and were ready to pay.

The shopkeeper did the math and said, "It's three thousand taels in total. Who will pay?"

Hearing this number, Mo Chengfeng looked as expected.

Mo Ruyue was stunned and her eyes fell on the account book, "Shopkeeper, please re-calculate, is it wrong?"

Three thousand taels, impossible, right?

"Girl, I calculated correctly. The total is three thousand and twenty taels. If you order an extra twenty taels, it will be waived. I can quote you the price of each dish."

Finally, the shopkeeper continued: "Actually, the most expensive ones are the three jars of wine. Each jar is priced at five hundred taels. Our hotel has the best wine and has collected it for fifty years."

"Let's not talk about drinks. Twenty dishes will cost one thousand five hundred taels?"

Mo Ruyue felt that this was a shady store and the prices of the vegetables were too high.

It’s ten times more expensive than other stores!

"Girl, those seafood are not cheap for us to buy. There are also chicken soup with thousands of years of ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. They are all extremely expensive medicinal materials. Of course, the price will not be cheap after taking a lot of supplements."

The shopkeeper had a smile on his face, and it seemed that this girl was visiting their restaurant for the first time.

Mo Ruyue recalled the ginseng in the chicken soup. She tasted it very delicious at that time.

I don’t know if it is Millennium Ginseng, but it does have ginseng.

All the hard work was in vain. One thousand taels of soul grass was not enough to come to this hotel for a meal.

A meal costs two thousand taels.

The mood is gloomy.

How did Mo Ruyue know it was so expensive? If she had known, she wouldn't have come to this restaurant.

"Three thousand taels of silver notes, here you go."

Reluctantly taking out the money, Mo Ruyue felt her heart bleed.

After paying, Noila Mo returned upstairs.

Fucheng makes money and Fucheng flowers, don’t even think about taking home a penny.

Not only did he spend the money he earned, he also repaid it.

When he arrived in the room, Ming Sihan stood up and looked at Mo Ruyue's depressed face. He said, "Why does my disciple look so depressed? Is he not full? Do I need more food?"

"No, no, I can't eat anymore."

As soon as Noila Mo heard the extra food, she felt bad.

Mo Chengfeng looked sympathetic. After eating so much money for one meal, did Ruyue's flesh hurt?

"In that case, let's go. Ruyue, didn't you say there are still lanterns to put out? Go put out lanterns?"

Ming Sihan was in a good mood.

All the money earned by the apprentice was spent on the master, which made him very satisfied.

"Pack the wine for me."

Mo Ruyue asked the waiter next to her to pack the wine.

The five hundred taels of wine in a jar were only opened by the Demon Lord but not finished.

This man is such a waste.

And it was a small jar. Three jars of wine weighed about six kilograms. Ming Sihan only drank half a kilogram.

She had almost eaten all the dishes, and there was nothing left to pack.

The only things that can be packed away are the unfinished drinks on the table.

"Why, disciple, you still want to drink?"

Ming Sihan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Take it back and drink it slowly."

Noila Mo forced out a smile with difficulty, feeling very depressed.

There were five hundred taels per jar, and she couldn't bear to waste it.

He handed the three jars of packaged wine to Mo Chengfeng and placed them in Mo Chengfeng's storage ring.

She could just go to Mo Chengfeng and get it when she needed it.

The three of them left the restaurant. Noila Mo looked back and glanced at the name of the restaurant - Kamikaze Restaurant.

Well, after remembering the name of this restaurant, she will never come to this restaurant again. This is a place that made her bleed profusely and will be unforgettable in her life.

On the road, Mo Ruyue was not as active as before, and her face was very dull.

She didn't expect that a meal would cost her three thousand taels of silver.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have said anything about inviting him to dinner.

It's all the fault of that bitch, Demon Lord. He obviously can't drink too much wine, so he insists on pretending to take three jars of wine. He drinks a little bit from each jar, and it's hard to quit.

I could have saved a thousand taels!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and Mo Ruyue felt depressed.