"Because it's delicious."
Ji Changsheng took a sip of milk tea, picked up the kebab, and ate it.
"Shouldn't you go to a five-star hotel and eat the precious food cooked by a three-Michelin-star chef? And you'll be full just by two bites?"
Tang Qiwen expressed her opinion on the two generations of the rich. Hearing this, Ji Changsheng couldn't help laughing.
"You've read a lot of novels. Which rich second generations are so extravagant? They are all played on TV."
"Don't mind. We have our ways of living. Some people do like to squander money like this, but they don't do it all the time. They usually have something important to do or bring a female companion there."
"Besides, they can eat whatever they want to eat. Everyone can be picky about food. For example, in these places, if they don't eat well, they won't come again. But as long as it's delicious, it's different. If I don't tell them, who knows that I'm a rich second generation?"