C1870 It Wasn't a Knife It Was a Soft Girl's Coin

"Professor Cameron, what are you eating? Anything?" Qin Luo waved his hand and threw the menu in front of Cameron with a bright smile on his face.

"Braised pork knuckle: 95 RMB per unit, Mapo Tofu: 48 RMB per unit..."

Cameron's eyes widened when he saw the price.

He never would have thought that this small cafeteria was even more expensive than many intermediate restaurants in Mi Nation