"What? Twenty-one bucks?"
His monthly salary was only thirty-eight bucks, and this one meal took away more than half of it.
Even though his family's situation was decent, they couldn't sustain this kind of spending.
Zhao Yang couldn't believe his eyes, while the waitress gave him a blatant eye-roll.
What were you even doing earlier? When that woman asked to pack up the food, she noticed it. Zhao Yang was just staring at her lustfully, not paying any attention to what she was saying.
She slapped the handwritten bill in front of Zhao Yang: "Comrade, here's the bill. The food that lady took away cost thirteen bucks. There were twelve aluminum lunch boxes she took, each requiring a one-buck deposit. It all adds up to eighteen bucks."
Zhao Yang's face turned green: "What did she even pack up? How could it cost so much?"
