Schiller did not try to persuade Peter, because Peter was neither forcing himself to endure hardship nor being overly frugal. White Americans really were just like this. It was as if their taste buds had completely degenerated over the long industrial age. They could tell how delicious a dish was, but their tolerance for bad food was astonishingly low. This had dragged the median food standard down severely, making most people's daily meals unbearably awful in the eyes of people from other continents.
They also placed remarkably little importance on eating. Breakfast and lunch were both just something to get down in a few bites, meals purely for maintaining vital signs, the kind that killed your appetite at a glance.
Logically, Peter had been eating at Schiller's place ever since high school, so his palate should have become more discerning. But after graduating from college, he still did not care about gnawing on dry bread in the lab. He loved Schiller's lavish meals, but he also enjoyed frozen food and prepackaged meals well enough.
By contrast, Shang-Chi constantly ranted about white people food on his short-video account. The content made it obvious: he was overjoyed when he went to Hong Kong and looked like his parents had died whenever he returned to the United States. Most of his short videos in America showed him in a dazed state from hunger.
Do not talk about higher incomes here. Having money did not mean having time to eat out. When people got busy, they still made do with the same appalling white people food, eating it all in silent misery.
Schiller had at least studied in the United States in his previous life and lived there for quite a while, so he understood it somewhat. Shang-Chi, a purebred Chinese man who had