Gao Yuzhu watched with wide eyes as He Xuewen and that distinguished-looking bespectacled man, who clearly seemed important, walked into the restaurant. He witnessed Xuewen, without as much as batting an eyelid, ordering so many fine dishes. Those dishes must cost at least six or seven dollars, right?
Wistfully observing the lavish meal inside, then glancing down at his own pathetic sesame cake and tap water, Gao felt a sourness welling up inside. Comparing oneself with others could be such a bitter experience!
