Faced with Chu He's murderous question, A Bao blinked his innocent, wide eyes and honestly shook his head.
"Nope."
He held up three chubby fingers and gestured.
"I'm only three-tenths full. I haven't even tasted anything yet."
BOOM!
Those words exploded straight inside Chu He's head.
Three-tenths full?
Four million-plus ghost coins' worth of premium ingredients didn't even count as an appetizer to him?
Chu He felt his blood pressure shooting up at a terrifying rate. The vein at his temple throbbed, and he was about ready to explode with rage.
He had never been this speechless in his life.
No wonder the shop was in such a prime location, yet no one had ever rented it.
This wasn't collecting rent—it was raising an ancestor!
At this rate, forget opening a hot pot restaurant—even a gold mine would go bankrupt feeding him!
He'd just lost nearly half his profits in one go. The anger bottled up in Chu He's chest, leaving him on the verge of flying into a rage.
He clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms. A familiar, stifling sense of betrayal and humiliation surged through him once more.
Again.
This again!
That damned soft heart!
He remembered his days back on Blue Star, and how many times this so-called soft heart had made him suffer in silence and put up with all kinds of crap.
Back in college, a friend of his had asked to borrow money every few days. At first it was just a few hundred, supposedly because of an emergency at home. Chu He thought a friend was in trouble, so he transferred the money without a second thought. Later, the sums grew, going from a few hundred to a few thousand, and the excuses came in all sorts.