On Xianyu, I spotted an offer for a 3,888-yuan luxury buffet for just 188.
Half convinced, half suspicious, I placed an order.
The seller told me to wait outside the restaurant the next day.
So I did, like a good girl.
What arrived was a group of impeccably suited high-flyers.
It turned out to be their company outing, with family members allowed.
Apparently, I was family now.
At that point, all I could do was grit my teeth and follow them inside.
I was happily stuffing myself when someone told me we had to take turns toasting the boss.
I raised my glass too and stammered, “M-Mr.
Shih, a toast to you.”
The whole table fell silent.
Someone turned red trying to hold it in.
The boss’s handsome face darkened.
“It’s Shi.”