"Alright, the waiter has left."
A few minutes later, a beautiful violin piece started playing in the restaurant—the very one Zhou Yuwen had just requested, "Ode to Love".
Zhou Yuwen asked Qu Jing how she felt.
Qu Jing, still feeling somewhat floaty, began, "Ah, this..."
Then she suddenly fell silent again.
Weakly, Qu Jing asked why Zhou Yuwen was so nice to her.
Zhou Yuwen chuckled and said, "I feel I was quite harsh on you before, and I hope you don't mind too much."
"I think I should treat you to a nice meal as a way to compensate you," Zhou Yuwen said.
Qu Jing's cheeks turned a slight red as she murmured softly, "That's too kind."
"This meal certainly doesn't look cheap"
Zhou Yuwen said not to worry about the money, what's important is whether she liked it or not.
Zhou Yuwen then talked about the history of the restaurant, why there was such a restaurant, and then about how the chef was so-and-so, and how their ingredients were such-and-such.