"Local tyrants are seriously rich."
"Rich beyond humanity."
"Super duper rich."
"… Guys upstairs, are you playing a game of idiom solitaire? Let me join in—The king of the rich!"
"I simply can't imagine how much it would cost to keep a state banquet chef at home for a month. Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands… My math is poor, I'm dizzy with all this money."
"You all are too superficial! If you ask me, shouldn't we be envious of the pampering that Miss Ming Ge's family showers on her? Just because they quite like her, they hired a chef who specializes in crab roe soup dumplings. If they really loved her, wouldn't they have plucked the stars from the sky for her?"
"Seriously envious."
Compared to their own unloved weed-like selves, the audience wilted.
But, no one has yet considered that the young master Chen Bo mentioned could be Ming Ge's boyfriend or dear husband.
They simply assumed—
