After the meal and wine, Li Zhao patted his belly and leaned back in his chair. Looking up and seeing more than half of the sweet wine that cost over eight thousand left on the table, he turned to Xia Lu and said, "I'll let you take this wine home, there's no fun in me drinking it alone anyway. Besides, I usually don't fancy this kind of wine."
Xia Lu clutched the wine bottle tightly, "That goes without saying..." she muttered under her breath, thinking that if he didn't like the drink, why did he order such an expensive one... Not a single drop should be wasted, especially not on someone else.
"Can you give me your brother's phone number now?"
Li Zhao shook his head, "Why go through the trouble? He works here; if you have something to say, just ask him directly." As he spoke, he waved for a waiter, "Please call your head chef for me."
The waiter's expression changed, becoming alert, "Sir, is there anything you are dissatisfied with about today's dishes?"
