TSFLIP Chapter 941

“Hahaha, we don’t have a kids’ meal here,” the chubby owner said with a laugh. “Little girl, he was just messing with you.”

Fengguang paused, then shot Ming An a vicious glare.

“How was I supposed to know you’d believe it that easily?” Ming An looked completely innocent. He casually picked up a menu from the counter and handed it to her. “So, what do you want? Go ahead and order.”

Even though it was a tavern, they served proper meals as well.

Instead of ordering right away, Fengguang eyed him suspiciously. “You’re paying?”

“Of course I am.” He might be unreliable, but he still knew how to spell the words gentlemanly manners.

Only then did she smile in satisfaction. She opened the menu and pointed casually. “This green pepper fish, this vegetable dish, and this radish…”

After hearing her order four or five dishes—mostly vegetables—Ming An couldn’t help but interrupt. “You don’t have to hold back from ordering expensive dishes…”

“I don’t want any of the ones I just mentioned,” Fengguang cut him off, placing the menu back on the counter. “I want one of everything else.”

Seeing Ming An freeze in place, the owner burst out laughing. “Looks like you’re going to bleed a lot of money this time.”

“This isn’t bleeding—it’s getting skinned alive,” Ming An said, staring at Fengguang with a look of reluctant admiration. “You ordered all that—can you even finish it?”

“If I can’t, I’ll just take it to go. What, are you regretting it now? You said you were treating.”

“Alright, alright. You win.” Ming An grimaced as he pulled out a card and reluctantly paid the bill, then led Fengguang to a private room on the second floor.

The dishes came quickly. Within minutes, everything Fengguang ordered was on the table. She took a bite, eyes lighting up. “I haven’t eaten meat in so long… meat really tastes amazing.”

“You’re enjoying yourself, but my savings for a future wife just disappeared in one meal,” Ming An said. His table was covered with empty bottles. Every sip of alcohol made his heart ache, yet his tolerance was too good for him to drink himself into forgetting this financial disaster.

Fengguang pushed a plate toward him. “Then eat too. If you eat it, it’ll feel like you’re getting your savings back.”

“Thanks, but I’ll stick to drinking,” Ming An said, glancing at the single vegetable dish she offered him without the slightest bit of gratitude.

He made a mental note to charge Xia Chao five times the tuition next time they met.

Fengguang didn’t care what he was thinking. As long as there was food, she was happy. While eating, she asked, “Is that owner also part of the Hunters’ Association?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I feel like he could tell who I am, but I don’t sense that he’s one of my kind. At the same time, he doesn’t trigger the instinctive rejection I feel toward other hunters.”

Ming An hadn’t expected her senses to be so sharp. He smiled slightly. “He’s affiliated with the Hunters’ Association, but he’s not a hunter. He just handles intelligence gathering.”

“I see…” She bit down on her chopsticks thoughtfully. “There were a lot of people in the main hall earlier. It felt like there were one or two werewolves among them.”

“That’s not unusual. This place is a mixed bag—all kinds of people come through. As long as no one causes trouble, both the Hunters’ Association and the Council of Elders turn a blind eye.”

“That makes sense…” Some things weren’t worth worrying about, so she focused entirely on the food again.

After another fifteen minutes, Ming An had finished two bottles of alcohol. When he saw her finally put down her chopsticks, he asked, “Full?”

“Mmm… I’m full.” She leaned back in her chair and let out a satisfied sigh.