Chen Jia hated the kind of wealthy people who flaunted their riches. Although she wasn't excessively wealthy herself, she despised such pretentious behavior.
So her tone carried a hint of mockery, "It seems some people really are different, they have nothing but money, yet at least they can still treat others to a meal!"
"Chen Jia, since someone is inviting us to dinner, it shows that they're very polite and considerate. Why do you have to speak of them in such a way?" Wu Rou wasn't exactly gentle and kind, but with a free lunch on offer, why bother quibbling over the details?
Besides, what you eat becomes your own; what does anyone else have to do with it?
Dragon King grew more and more admiring of this woman; what she said, whether trivial or not, always made sense.
The most important thing was, after all the talk, it was quite clear.
If everything were to be treated as a game, why bother with such minute calculations?
