An Moxue thought for a moment and said, "Nobles and commoners are born with different concerns. For example, commoners think about three meals a day, being well-fed and clothed. But do nobles need to worry about these things?"
Zhuang Zhou shook his head and said, "How could that be? It would be normal for them to care about eating rare and precious things, but as long as they are well-fed and clothed, they don't need to worry about that at all."
“Exactly!” she said, pointing to the lemonade in front of her. “Look, this lemonade isn’t for drinking here; it’s for rinsing your mouth, to cleanse your mouth of food residue and flavors before eating, so you can better enjoy the next dish. But on the street, or even in a small restaurant, with ice, it becomes a refreshing cold drink, very popular with the people. Some people wouldn’t even buy such a drink in the sweltering summer. That’s the impact of wealth disparity. So, different perspectives lead to different views. Besides, nobility isn’t something you’re born into. Some are built by their ancestors, some by their own hard work. It’s not something that comes easily. But many ordinary people only see their glamour, not their effort and sacrifice. Like me, if I didn’t tell anyone, who would know that a few months ago I was facing one deadly chase after another? You see, from another perspective, can you say the world is unfair? Your so-called leisure of the nobility is just one side of their lives.”
At this moment, the waiter brought the dishes over, and An Moxue stopped talking.
As the waiter served the dishes, he introduced them: "Hello, sir. Here are the garlic blue lobster, baked blue lobster, and pan-fried blue lobster. The wine has been decanted. Would you like some wine poured now?"
An Moxue picked up the cutlery and said, "Pour it out."
Then Zhuang Zhou saw one exquisite dish after another being served, dishes she had never seen or heard of before.
An Moxue picked up her wine glass, took a sip of white wine, and said to her, "Eat up, the food isn't just for looking at, it's for eating. It's a rare treat to have this, so eat more."
What An Moxue didn't say was that in her previous world, it was very difficult to eat wild food, which was a rare and precious thing.
Zhuang Zhou looked at the table full of dishes and was still a little dazed. It was the first time she had ever seen such expensive food. She felt that it would hurt to eat it all, but she decided that she should not skimp on food first and would feel the pinch later.
An Moxue could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her, and said, "It tastes good, right? If you think it's expensive, you can always earn it back."
Unexpectedly, after Zhuang Zhou finished eating, he said in a serious tone, "Miss Jiduo, let's open our own high-end restaurant! That way, we can eat at our own restaurant and won't feel like we're losing out. We can also make money from other people."
An Moxue casually agreed, "Sure! You make a plan, and I'll allocate funds for you." Originally, she didn't take the small restaurant seriously, but little did she know that Zhuang Zhou had run it so successfully. In particular, because of the restaurant, Zhuang Zhou, in order to maximize profits, started from the source of ingredients and opened many multi-functional farms, which was something An Moxue hadn't expected later.
Beautiful music, enchanting night view, exquisite food—Zhuang Zhou once again opened a new door to her vision, discovering the secret to wealth. It was this meal that made her particularly fond of making money from the wealthy. In her words, "As long as the food is good enough, the service is attentive, and the class is high enough, you can attract rich people. This is much more interesting and simpler than making money from the poor, because the profits are truly enormous."
Zhuang Zhou looked around at the people whispering among themselves, all keeping a distance to ensure no one overheard anyone else's private conversations. "Miss Jiduo, it seems like there are so many rich people in Hong Kong, but also so many poor people. The poor and the rich have completely different lifestyles and environments here, yet they intersect perfectly. It's really confusing. Especially gambling. The poor always dream of getting rich overnight, but little do they know that this is a way for the rich to make money. Even I want to try my luck at gambling."
Hearing her say that, An Moxue stopped what she was doing, looked up at her, and asked, "Have you gone to see it? Didn't you play a few rounds?"
“I went and had fun, it was truly captivating. There are so many more fun things here than in Osiris, it’s hard for anyone not to get hooked. I finally understand why Miss Sofia and her group didn’t want to leave once they arrived. But don’t worry, I just went to see something new, I won’t get addicted.”
An Moxue smiled and said, "I still trust your self-discipline."
The two chatted about this and that, enjoying the night view of Hong Kong Island while eating delicious food.
When the party ended, Zhuang Zhou had eaten too much. Although the waiter's gaze was subtle, how could Zhuang Zhou, who was used to reading people, not notice?
Once outside the hotel, she asked An Moxue somewhat awkwardly, "Miss Jiduo, isn't it inappropriate for us to eat so much in a hotel like this? Will people laugh at us?"
An Moxue took the car keys handed to her by the doorman and said to Zhuang Zhou very solemnly, "Zhuang Zhou, face is earned, and rules are made by the strong. Do you think there's a possibility that the waiters today weren't laughing at us for eating so much, but rather envying us for being able to eat such expensive and delicious food to our hearts' content?"
Zhuang Zhou was stunned. She seemed to realize where the gap between her and Miss Jiduo lay. This was something she could never hope to reach in her entire life.
An Moxue was very satisfied with Zhuang Zhou's reaction and said with a smile, "I've got it! Get in the car! I'll take you home. You can get up a little later tomorrow, and it's okay to sleep in sometimes."
The next morning, An Moxue was cooking when the front door was opened.
Rong Anli carried large and small bags into the house, put them down, and headed to the kitchen.
Before he even arrived, his voice preceded him: "Boss, why did you make me buy so much stuff? And why are you in such a hurry?"
An Moxue didn't turn her head, stirring the vegetables in the pan, and said, "I'll probably be leaving tomorrow, and these are gifts I need to take back with me. Do you have anything to take back with you?"
"Boss, you're really something, going back to school just like that. I have something I was planning to return in a couple of days, but since you're going back, could you take it back for me? It'll be for Lao Hou. I'm not going back. What should I make? It smells like beef."
"Celery and beef. I made this especially for you, don't you like it?"
"Boss, you know me. It's just that we rarely get to see each other, and I've missed out on so many delicious meals." Rong Anli said, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, looking very annoyed, which made An Moxue laugh.
Holding a spatula, An Moxue threatened weakly, "Little San'er, stop talking nonsense and do more work, understand?"
Rong Anli nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll do whatever you say, boss. I'll go get the dishes right away."
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