For a moment, Tong Sanlang felt like he was simple and unrefined again.
Based on the meals and skills Qiao Xiaomai demonstrated, she must come from a world better than this one.
From a better world, that indicates she has met better people.
He's just a lad from a insignificant rural village, how could he compare with the people she's seen before?
Realizing this fact made Tong Sanlang feel even more dejected.
Actually, Qiao Xiaomai doesn't know him well yet, but once she does, she'll realize that he's not simple, not simple at all.
He's read extensively; whether it's orthodox Confucianism, or other schools of thought, including numerous heterodox, he's dabbled in everything.
He can fence, box, play chess, paint, and practice calligraphy.
As for his face, it would even stand out in Capital City.
He also possesses immense wealth - in fact, a fortune is not enough to describe his affluence.
