Song Lingling has always been careful with money since she was a child.
Not having lunch is just a way to save on food expenses. There's no such thing as making up for it later.
"I'll have Dongpo tofu," she said.
"And what else?"
"How about stir-fried choy sum?"
"Anything else?"
"That's it." Even the choy sum costs thirty yuan, which pains her, but all the vegetables are similarly priced.
"I'll treat this meal, don't stand on ceremony with me," Yijun said.
When it comes to food, he never saves.
Why bother saving?
It's not like he can't afford to eat.
Song Lingling rolled her eyes: "Two dishes are enough for me. You can order whatever you like. Do you think I don't know how much money you have? No need to order so much food when you barely have any money. It's a waste of food and your own money when you can't finish it."
Hearing this, Yijun curved his lips with interest. You really know how much money I have?
