At the smell of that familiar aroma, Klein's Adam's apple bobbed.
He swallowed, then immediately dismissed the thought.
Though he really wanted to go inside and shout at the waiter, "One serving of twice-cooked pork, one serving of mapo tofu, and extra rice."
But he had no money right now—or rather, the money on him had been given to him by Benson and Melissa.
It was meant for buying books, meat, and bread. It was this family's living expenses for the foreseeable future.
Not for him to squander at a place that looked this expensive.
Thinking of that, Klein could not help but sigh.
That fellow countryman of his was perhaps sitting in some luxurious manor in Backlund right now, using fine silverware to enjoy a meal with beautiful actresses while casually planning the next five-year plan to change the world.
Meanwhile, he could only stand outside a shop window on the streets of Tingen City, satisfying his cravings by smelling the food.
The gap between transmigrators really was huge~
If he ever had the chance to meet him in the future, he would definitely cling tightly to this big shot's thigh.
As for now, forget it----
Klein could not help shaking his head. Though he wanted to find this fellow countryman right away and ask whether he had also transmigrated because of that damned luck-changing ritual.
But what stood between him and Edwin was not merely the glass door of a restaurant, but an entire class divide.
What could he possibly use to meet him? A poor student who had become unemployed right after graduation, running up to a major figure capable of shaking the world order and claiming to be his fellow countryman?
The man would probably think he was insane and call the police.
So he needed