The money was no big deal to Jiang Beiyu, he had always been generous, and the meals he had treated his little bodyguard to had never been cheap.
Now he was treating a dozen or so students to soup, so of course, he wouldn't be too casual about it.
It's just that what didn't seem expensive to him meant something different to each of his students, who came from families of varying wealth.
Yao Jincheng was also from a well-off family, "Which chef did Mr. Jiang find to make this soup? It's so delicious; both the meat and the soup are cooked perfectly. I feel like I'm falling in love with him, mua~"
"..."
The surrounding classmates laughed and scolded him, "Yao, shut your mouth, it's my turn."
Yao Jincheng received a hit and then pouted as he continued to drink his soup.
The soup containers were quite large, and everyone got a full bowl each, not including the meat.
