After leaving the film studio, Ye Xiaojiao made an appointment with He Junming to have dinner.

"Come on, I'll treat you today."

Ye Xiaojiao blinked at him.

After being busy all morning, she was really hungry.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

The smile on Ye Xiaojiao's face deepened: "You'll know when you get there."

He Junming didn't take it seriously at first, but when he heard her say that, he became more interested and followed her.

Ye Xiaojiao directed the car and soon arrived at the destination - a small restaurant.

There are many shops like this in later generations, but they are not particularly common nowadays. However, the ancestor of this boss was an imperial chef, so his cooking skills are really amazing.

Ye Xiaojiao had been here once before by chance and was amazed by the delicious food.

This time, the studio happened to be not far from here, so I just came over, ready to open the eyes of this noble young man from Hong Kong Island.

As Ye Xiaojiao expected, He Junming had never been to such a place.

Although there are some in Hong Kong Island, he has never been there once. Today is definitely the first time.

Ye Xiaojiao's eyes rolled around, and suddenly an idea came to her mind, so she asked with a smile.

"Mr. He, what is your usual situation at home?"

In the past, Ye Xiaojiao could only peek into the lives of wealthy people on TV or the Internet. Now that there is a ready-made one, of course she has to ask!

Then, she was shocked!

I couldn't help but think of a popular saying in later generations: Poverty has indeed restricted my life!