While I was halfway through my meal, I decided to make a trip to the restroom, which was actually just an excuse to inquire about the price of our dinner at the front desk since Dou Nan had ordered the set menu. As dish after dish arrived, each more exquisite than the last, my heart rose perilously close to my throat.
When I left the house, I had brought extra cash, figuring it would be more than enough for any expenses, but that budget was for street food, not a fancy meal. And my credit card had already maxed out its limit, plus I still had a huge amount of card debt unpaid, with virtually zero balance in my bank account. So, using the card was out of the question. To avoid embarrassment, I had to find out the cost upfront. If it wasn't enough, I'd immediately call Stock God Bei for a bailout.
After all, this disaster was his doing.