Lin Sheng was speechless for a moment. "What's the difference between the two?"
Jiang Ling'er said with a serious face, "The price is different based on the packaging."
Lin Sheng laughed in anger. "Are you making fun of me?"
Jiang Ling'er said seriously, "No. When I was at my worst, I could only afford to eat vermicelli. It was sold for two yuan per 600 grams. I used to buy ten yuan worth of vermicelli to cook at home with some seasonings."
Lin Sheng's face darkened. "I can only afford to eat instant noodles right now. Is that what you want to hear?"
She said meaningfully, "I mean, you're still far from the worst possible situation, so there's no need to mention how miserable you are."
Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes. Two million might not be a lot of money to the young lady of the Jiang family, but for him, it sure wasn't a small amount.
