It was always easier to socialize over a meal, but something awkward was happening. The two girls could not afford to pay for such luxury meal, so they ordered as little as possible.
Even though Zhao Youyue did not have a big stomach, she loved to eat. As usual, she ordered whatever dishes from the menu that caught her eyes...
Wang Zongchao stared wordlessly at Zhao Youyue's innocent actions. His family lived in pretty decent conditions, because he had learned the piano when he was young but his family was not filthy rich.
Wang Zongchao did not have a lot of pocket money either, and he did not have the ability to earn his own money despite being the top student of the school.
Perhaps only Han Leng, the genius essayist, could earn money through his own power, among his fellow classmates.
Soon, Zhao Youyue caught hold of the awkwardness, and she looked up and smiled, "This will be my treat, it is important to eat well and be happy during a gathering!"
