With her last glimmer of hope shattered, Zhong Yi'an had no choice but to bravely face reality.

As he pondered what to do, Jiang Tian casually remarked, "I'm hungry."

"Let's take a look around first and see where we can eat."

Zhong Yi'an forced a smile.

In his hands, that 100 yuan had the effect of weighing a thousand pounds.

“Okay, I’d also like to try some local specialties,” Jiang Tian smiled at him.

It's common knowledge that prices are high in tourist areas.

The director had anticipated this, which is why he gave them a 100 yuan allowance.

Zhong Yi'an took Jiang Tian around the scenic area, but found that they couldn't find a single shop with a good price-performance ratio.

A bowl of noodles costs 18 yuan, so two bowls would cost 36 yuan, which would be not enough for their meal today.

But the cheapest thing available is noodles, so what should we do?

On the other hand, Cheng Yize found himself in the same predicament.

Actually, he was very unhappy.

He has always been the head of the family, but he has always maintained the image of a good man in public.

A good man should let his wife manage the money.

He knew perfectly well that Chen Qingxuan had an inferiority complex because she didn't go out to work and was embarrassed to spend money.

By handing over a portion of the money to her, Cheng Yize wouldn't have to worry about excessive household expenses; Chen Qingxuan would definitely do her best to help him save money.

But now things have turned out badly. After arguing last night, Chen Qingxuan has decided to quit today.

Cheng Yize racked his brains trying to figure out what 100 yuan could buy.

He couldn't help but ask Chen Qingxuan, "You got angry just because we had a few words exchanged yesterday? You're not that petty, are you?"