Time flowed swiftly, and five years had passed in the blink of an eye.
It was a sunny afternoon, and the street looked peaceful, with pedestrians moving along it in all manner of postures.
This ordinary-looking scene changed completely after a single shout. Everyone's eyes lit up, and the whole street erupted.
"Thirteenth Young Master Ye is here! He's going to throw a lavish banquet at Xiao Ya Xuan and squander money! Seats are limited, so hurry if you want to go!"
"Ah, Thirteenth Young Master is going to squander money again!"
"Xiao Ya Xuan—I've never been to somewhere that high-class before."
"Haha, today I'm going to eat the finest food and drink the strongest liquor..."
"..."
In an instant, everyone on the street threw aside whatever they were doing and rushed toward Xiao Ya Xuan, the most luxurious restaurant on the street, cheering in all kinds of voices as they went.
At the same time, they all knew one thing: although Thirteenth Young Master Ye was a Prodigal Son, he did not deliberately squander money on just anyone. If you failed to grab a seat, he would not specifically have more seats set up for you.
Therefore, if they wanted to enjoy this free lunch, they had to fight for seats. They were now running at what might have been the fastest speed of their lives, wishing they had been born with two extra legs.
Everyone in the Imperial City knew Thirteenth Young Master Ye's story like the back of their hand. They knew that he squandered money purely for the sake of squandering it, and that the Ye Clan placed no restrictions on his behavior, allowing him to waste money as he pleased.
Someone had roughly calculated that Thirteenth Young Master Ye had squandered nearly a million gold coins over the past few years. That was enough to keep a Lineage wealthy for several generations. Only the Ye Clan had the wealth to let him squander so freely.
Still, it was strange. Why could the Ye Clan indulge his extravagance? Was it merely because he was special? Everyone was deeply curious about this, but as time passed, they grew used to it and forgot to investigate the matter.
"Sorry, but there are no seats left in the restaurant." Even those who arrived quickly were stopped outside by the staff. It was not that Xiao Ya Xuan did not want their money; there simply were no seats left.
"Damn it! Why don't you expand the place? How can there be no seats so quickly?" Some unwilling people cursed loudly.
Brother, this place was already big enough. Among the restaurants in the Imperial City's DC District, this was the largest. But no matter how big a restaurant was, it could not seat every last one of you. This was not a public square.
At that moment, on the second floor of the restaurant, near the railing where one could take in the view of the entire establishment, sat a noble young master of around ten years old, along with a very adorable Tiger Clan girl.
"Tiger Girl, what are they doing?" The noble young master held a menu as he looked at the lively scene downstairs, asking in confusion.
"Hmph, they want to take advantage of you. Young Master, can't you stop squandering money and being a Prodigal Son?" The little tiger girl spoke helplessly. She had lost count of how many times she had raised this question, and the answer she received was always much the same.
"No. My profession is being a Prodigal Son. I have to squander money. I have to be a Prodigal Son." The noble young master spoke with great seriousness and solemnity. Perhaps this was the most solemn and serious thing he had ever said in his life.
"You really are impossible." The little tiger girl shook her head, then began thinking about how to reduce her young master's wastefulness. Though she could not stop him from squandering money, she could at least make him squander a little less.
Over the past few years, the little tiger girl had always been at the noble young master's side, keeping his extravagance in check. Otherwise, he would have squandered several times more than he already had.
"Time to order. Waiter, bring me a bowl of fish ball thick noodles." The noble young master directly ordered his favorite noodle dish, something the little tiger girl often made for him as well.
It seemed she really liked fish. Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought she was from the Cat Tribe.
The waiter fell silent for a moment before saying, "We don't have thick noodles."
This was a high-class establishment, so it rarely carried such common fare. Moreover, the waiter seemed unwilling to let this noble young master eat such things. Otherwise, they would have little profit to make.
He had the owner's support in this. The owner wanted to fleece Thirteenth Young Master Ye, this fat sheep, mercilessly. Yet neither of them could have imagined that this momentary greedy thought would bring them an unexpected consequence.
Of course, another reason was that they considered this a high-class place and felt they should not serve Thirteenth Young Master Ye such low-grade goods.
The young master looked at the menu and said, "Oh, then bring me a bowl of fish ball ho fun."
The waiter fell silent again. "We don't have fish balls."
The young master said, "Oh, then beef tripe thick noodles."
"...We don't have thick noodles."
"Then Fish Ball Oil Noodles."
"...We don't have fish balls."
"Why don't you have anything here? And you call this a high-class restaurant... Then I'll have Cuttlefish Ball Thick Noodles."
The entire restaurant broke out in cold sweat. Was this really the restaurant having nothing? This was clearly his own problem. Thirteenth Young Master Ye truly did seem to have something wrong with his head.
"We don't have thick noodles!!" The waiter was about to cry.
"You don't have that either? Then please bring me a bowl of Fish Ball Rice Noodles."
"We don't have fish balls!!" Just kill me already.
The little tiger girl could not bear it anymore. "Young Master, they don't have fish balls or thick noodles. That means they don't have any dishes containing fish balls or thick noodles."
Thirteenth Young Master Ye said, "Oh, so they don't have those combinations... Then please just give me fish balls."
Boom—the entire restaurant collapsed...
"We don't have fish balls!!!"
"Then what about thick noodles?"
The waiter jumped straight down from the second floor, hitting the ground and lying there without moving.
"What's wrong with him? The stairs are over there, not here." Thirteenth Young Master Ye looked at the waiter on the ground and spoke slowly.
"Young Master..." The little tiger girl shook her head with a helpless smile.
"Tiger Girl, this place has nothing. Let's go somewhere else. We shouldn't come to a place like this again." Thirteenth Young Master Ye stood up, casually tossed down some tea money, and went downstairs.
Naturally, to the little tiger girl, that tea money was still far too much. She swiftly took out a Copper Coin and replaced the gold coins on the table. This was something she often had to do.
"?? He's leaving?"
Seeing the young master go downstairs and prepare to leave, everyone who had come to eat and drink for free froze. If this little young master left, would they have to pay for this meal themselves?
"Thirteenth Young Master..." Someone gave a hinting call, hoping the young master would leave behind some words—or some money.
"Enjoy your meal. No need to see me off." The young master replied very politely.
"Young Master, let's go." Seeing this, the little tiger girl decisively grabbed the young master and quickly pulled him away. She knew what these people wanted, and she also knew that with her young master's dullness, he would never realize that he still needed to squander money by paying their bill.
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