Yu Miaomiao decided to splurge her money and live a few days of extravagant indulgence.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be tragic to die with money left unspent?
She currently had over thirty thousand yuan in hand. She would leave ten thousand for Maodou and spend the remaining twenty thousand in ten days—that meant spending over two thousand a day!
How to survive ten days on two hundred yuan—that was a problem she knew how to solve.
How to spend two thousand in a single day—that was something she wasn’t quite skilled at.
If she forced herself, she could spend it—buying luxury brands, for instance. Two thousand wouldn’t even be enough, let alone twenty thousand.
The key was that the money spent had to bring her pleasure. Could buying luxury brands do that? Clearly not.
She was such a homebody, without a boyfriend or even a crush. Who would she show off a designer outfit to? Maodou?
Compared to dressing up, she preferred eating.
Yes, dining out—going to restaurants she usually wouldn’t even dare think about. After eating, she could even pack some leftovers for Maodou.
“Brother Gui, are you free today? I’d like to treat you to seafood.”
Having a dining companion makes the meal more enjoyable.
Brother Gui hesitated.
“Eating with thin air would raise suspicions.”
“We can get a private room!” she had already thought of that.
Brother Gui was tempted.
“Seafood is delicious. I had some the year before last.”
Listen, how pitiful—the last time he ate it was two years ago.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll go to Haiyanlou Wharf Restaurant at noon today. I looked it up online—this restaurant is both expensive and fresh!”
Mainly expensive!
Yu Miaomiao called ahead to reserve a private room and arrived early at noon to order.
When she looked at the menu, she gasped.
A plate of boiled shrimp, 198 yuan??
The market price is clearly thirty-five yuan per jin!
Forget it, forget it. She had money anyway—it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it.
Four steamed crabs, 399 yuan!
She also ordered a braised fish, a stir-fried egg with pen shell clams, sea urchin dumplings, sea intestine rice, spicy mantis shrimp, braised sea cucumber with scallions, and fried oyster fritters.
She didn’t even dare order lobster—the bill was already over three thousand yuan.
Yu Miaomiao couldn’t help but calculate in her mind: if she bought the ingredients at the seafood market and cooked them herself, it would cost less than half the price!
Stop it!
She was about to die—why bother with such calculations?
She harshly criticized herself. She couldn’t keep thinking like a poor person; she had to think like the wealthy.
Beside her, a woman carrying an LV bag pointed at the menu and questioned the waiter, “What kind of shrimp is this expensive? The market price is only a few dozen yuan per jin, and this is only half a jin!”
Yu Miaomiao: “…”
It seemed the wealthy weren’t entirely indifferent to money either.
The dishes were all served by the time Brother Gui arrived, looking as gloomy as ever.
“Another rough day?” she asked with concern after closing the private room door.
Brother Gui chuckled self-deprecatingly, “When have I ever had a smooth day?”
Yu Miaomiao poured him a cup of genmaicha.
“The most important thing for a workhorse is a good mindset. Don’t overthink it—let’s enjoy some good food first!”
The large table of seafood was invigorating just to look at. Brother Gui’s lips curved into a 0.5-millimeter smile.
“All of this… I can eat as much as I want?”
“Absolutely! My treat—eat your fill!”
“Must have cost a lot, right?”
“Not much, just thirty-three hundred.”
Brother Gui’s smile vanished.
“That’s too expensive.”
“It’s fine. How many more meals can I eat anyway? Besides today, I only have nine days left!”
Yu Miaomiao peeled a shrimp and tossed it into her mouth. “It’s so strange—it’s just shrimp, but why is theirs so springy?”
She peeled one for Brother Gui too. “Try it!”
Brother Gui took a bite and nodded in approval.
“You still need to spend it sparingly.” He took another bite of the scallop. “That reminds me, I have another client about to default.”
Yu Miaomiao blinked. “I’ve got another job? Can you add more Life Span for me?”
“Of course, I won’t make you work for nothing.”
How ironic—wanting to live but not being able to live long, yet wanting to die but unable to die.
She picked up a large crab for Brother Gui. “Here, tell me more!”