When the two of them left the cinema, it was already past eleven at night.
Chen Guo's stomach had long been growling with hunger. She had skipped dinner and had only eaten a small box of grilled fish before coming.
On top of that, the moment they stepped outside, the aroma from all kinds of late-night food stalls along the street outside the mall wafted over, and her stomach became even more disobedient.
"Come on, let's find a nice restaurant and have a meal." Jiang Siming figured that since he was taking a girl out, they ought to eat something good.
But Chen Guo stared at the late-night food stalls along the street and said, "Boss, why don't we eat here? It's cheap and tasty."
"Eat this? I don't mind, but are you sure you want to?" Jiang Siming asked with a laugh.
The dignified World's Richest Man was taking a girl out, yet he was treating her to a roadside meal. Would people say he was being too stingy? (Covering his face.)
"Yeah. I used to eat here all the time. It's just that you might not be used to it, Boss." Chen Guo nodded expectantly.
Jiang Siming chuckled. "I used to have it worse than you. I couldn't even bring myself to buy this kind of late-night food."
"Huh? Really?" Chen Guo was somewhat surprised.
As Jiang Siming looked at the night sky, he recalled the days when he had struggled in Shanghai. Whenever he failed to close a deal, he truly didn't even dare eat a bowl of fried rice from a roadside stall.
He would buy boxes of the cheapest instant noodles in bags online. When he was hungry, instant noodles kept him company. When he was slightly better off, he could afford to add an