529 has a really small appetite

Indeed, the world's wealth was concentrated in the hands of a few.

Ironically, the Xiang family was one of those very few, sigh...

Zhizhong felt that he was, after all, a Mr. Billionaire, but that was just gross revenue, hardly anything to brag about.

Compared to a place like the Xiang's with Iron Fist, far from it.

Wen Xin didn't seem to mind and even said, "When my brother comes down later, if he personally makes fried rice, I definitely want a bowl. How about you? Want to try?"

Zhizhong did secretly swallow his saliva. Who wouldn't want to taste such sublime fried rice?

He simply said, "That rice is way too expensive for me; I probably don't have the right to taste it!"

"Bullshit! You're my apprentice now, aren't you eligible to try? Even if my brother doesn't do it for me, surely he'd consider the Buddha's face?"

"Heh, then I really owe it all to Master's grace, basking in your reflected glory?"

"Alright, let's go, just wait..."