Next to a small restaurant near a corner of the industrial zone, a luxurious Mercedes-Benz was parked.

A man and a woman were eating rice noodles and sweating bullets inside the restaurant.

Lin Yixin looked at the price and asked, “Lu Chen, why do you think these Crossing-the-bridge noodles are 6 RMB more expensive than others?”

I didn’t look up from my food. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because the toll is included in it!”

“Pu!”

The diners around us spat out their food at the same time.

Halfway through the meal, a sense of loss suddenly caught up to me. “Yiyi, didn’t you say you were going to treat me to a meal at Land of Sweet Dreams? How did it turn into a noodle bowl that costs only ten or so RMB…”

Lin Yixin advised patiently, “A person should be frugal with their funds.”

My face was drained of blood. “You… you’re driving a Mercedes-Benz and you’re telling me to be frugal? You probably burn two noodle bowls worth of money each time you step on the gas!”

Lin Yixin smiled. “You think I’m rich? This car is mine, true, but I’m actually so poor I’m almost at the point where I have to beg on the streets. Worse, you came around and swindled...