"It's all thanks to you, Boss Chen! A simple breakfast costing over thirty dollars, and yet your place is always packed. You're the one truly profiting here, Boss Chen!" Wu Xiaoyu complimented.
The two engaged in business flattery for a while before Chen Zhaofeng went off to busy himself again. Wu Xiaoyu finished his breakfast, feeling warm all over. Damn, my mushrooms are delicious!
Wu Xiaoyu didn't leave after finishing his breakfast. The staff noticed he had been chatting with their boss for a long time and worried he might have a close relationship with the boss. Therefore, they hesitated to ask him to make room for new diners.
Watching the coming and going crowd, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but lament the unpredictability of life and the unfairness of the heavens. People from Longhe Town are wealthy, but those from his village are all dirt poor.
A simple breakfast for these people is equivalent to two days' meals for the villagers. Ah! He himself was being extravagant...
