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A small restaurant that isn't very big.

Yet it reflects the endless sorrows and joys of human life.

Since opening just a few days ago, some have been working here from dawn till dusk, and others have been studying under the lamp late into the night.

There were also class reunions, sighing incessantly.

The young brothers who once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword in hand, are now all laboring day after day in the same shoe factory.

And there was a migrant worker father who had pinched pennies all his life, but finally splurged at his son's impending graduation ceremony.

He treated a few old friends from the worksite, celebrating that his son was about to graduate from university.

Perhaps in this father's eyes, as long as his son graduated, he would be the luminary of the household.

The hope for the future.

But is that really the case?

A phrase that this father often told his son was to be frugal with money.

Less than a thousand yuan a month for pocket money meant that his son had no social life at university.

It also led to a silent sense of inferiority.

Of course.

His college student son was quite sensible; when he wanted to buy a laptop for studying, his father didn't understand its importance.

He just gave him a few hundred yuan more to buy some extra books.

His son wanted to treat some well-off classmates to a meal, but his father said money was hard to earn and not to spend if not necessary.

His son liked a girl at university, but his father said it was better not to date in college.

Life was hard for the father.

Still having to work in the blazing sun on the construction site for eight or nine hours a day at over fifty years of age.

The son was sensible.

He never argued and always listened to his father, but he neglected one thing.

His father had an education level less than that of a first grader, whereas he himself was a university student.

All of his father's understanding still lingered at the worksite level.

Was it really good to have such understanding to guide his college-educated son?

The unspoken difficulties in the world are embodied in these aspects.

Just like this college student, close to graduation age but still silent, his face devoid of any trace of confidence.

He only showed the endless inferiority common among his peers.

His father thought he would be able to land a job at a major corporation, entering those CBD office buildings he himself had never set foot in.

Working the most respectable job and earning the highest salary.

No longer having to sleep in a barrack like him, sweating profusely every day.

But the reality was entirely different.

His son had already sent out countless resumes half a year ago, and each time he was assessed by HR, he would almost always be rejected. Find your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

Without exception.

The son kept his confusion and inferiority from showing in front of his father as much as possible.

All this naturally couldn't escape Chen Pingsheng's eyes.

The children of the rich might also choose strict upbringing, but it would never be the true deprivation of everything.

Take Chen An'an, for example; her confidence is ingrained in her bones.

When she steps out, she is Princess An'an.

This kind of confidence stems from her casual spending from a young age and her scornful disregard for luxury items.

Similarly, this college student's inferiority also stemmed from deep within.

Mostly because of the phrase his father taught him since he was a child, to be frugal with money.

It's hard for children from poor families to become nobility, not just in terms of knowledge and parental background.

But also in the different educations they receive from childhood.

Chen Pingsheng briefly tidied up the kitchen, then cleaned up the sanitation inside.

Chen An'an obediently took a large mop and mopped the floor clean.

Jiang Peiyao went to wipe the windows; those dishes at home didn't need their washing.

Someone would come in the evening to handle them, along with delivering the day's freshest ingredients.

The urban village at ten o'clock at night, still bustling with noise.

This was precisely when the outside stalls were busiest and when the young migrant workers had their time to enjoy.

Many would find a few friends to join them in a barbecue and beer feast at this hour.

Having only been here for a few days, Chen Pingsheng had already become familiar with the area.

As he walked through, quite a few people called out, "Master Chen, off work yet?"

The stall owners were all rather courteous.

"Dad, it's really lively here at night!"

"That's right. The few hours after work are really the only time we can call our own, so naturally, we need to enjoy ourselves."

"Dad, let's also go buy something to eat!"

"Okay, what would you like to eat?"

Chen An'an craned her neck and looked around, eventually pointing to the steaming mixed beef stall.

A small bowl for twelve yuan a portion, and a large bowl for eighteen.

A modest amount of mixed offal, coupled with some radish, meatballs, seaweed, etc.

Many girls liked to eat this kind of dish.

"Then let's get a small portion."

Chen Pingsheng walked past, and the stall owner was a fat middle-aged man under forty with an especially big belly.

It was even more exaggerated than being pregnant for ten months.

He sold beef offal here while his wife set up another stall next to him selling roasted pancakes.

Their son was grilling chicken legs across the street, the entire family of three all worked here.

"Master Chen, you guys finish work pretty early, why not work a little longer?"

The stall owner couldn't understand; isn't this the busiest time in the village within the city?

Closing at ten, how can you make any money?

Chen Pingsheng said, "There isn't much business, might as well close early."

"True, your restaurant also cost you a few hundred thousand, right..."

"About that."

A few hundred thousand really isn't a big amount; the more experienced stall owners here, those whose business isn't too bad, all have that much in savings.

Those who just got married don't count.

Qiang's egg fried rice doesn't count either; this guy is really something.

Every day he risks his life frying rice, all to support his university student girlfriend's education.

Says they will marry after she graduates, but who knows if she'll still be into him after she graduates.

Quite a few stall owners have tried to advise him, but to no avail.

The lovesick puppy lost in the fog of love won't listen to anyone.

Every small stall owner has their own story.

Like Qiang, who fries rice, wasn't even that old, only twenty-two.

After middle school graduation, he started learning to cook, always fond of a female classmate from his village.

They used to get along well, but everything started to change once the girl went to the Magic City for university.

She wanted the best phone, even her clothes had to be the latest fashion.

Once a pretty simple girl, after coming to the Greater Magic City, she began to compare herself with others over everything.

Even her women's underwear had to start at several hundred yuan a piece.

A college student from a rural area, how could she afford that?

All thanks to the foolish Qiang frying his life away.

Ten to sixteen hours a day of frying, and his university student girlfriend would only call him when she needed money.

Once, Qiang took a rare day off to visit his university student girlfriend.

It ended with her being angry for a week, and it wasn't until Qiang transferred her fifty thousand in cash that she calmed down.

The reason for her anger was especially ridiculous; it was because Qiang's identity embarrassed her.

When taking his money, she didn't think about how Qiang was just a guy who fried eggs and rice.

Qiang was especially hardworking; had he not been supporting his senseless girlfriend at his age.

In a few years, he could have built a small villa in the countryside and even bought a BMW to drive.

When he returned to the village, he would surely stand out among his peers.

Women lining up to arrange a match with him would be countless.

How many young people can earn two to three hundred thousand a year at his age?

Every time he went back, Chen An'an would also buy a bowl of his egg fried rice.

There are fools year after year, but he is particularly foolish.

Qiang makes good money, yet he never wears brand-name clothes, just a dirty black T-shirt and a pair of casual shorts.

He sticks with this outfit the whole summer.

"Master Chen, it's ready."

Qiang didn't take his money, he never charged any nearby stall owners who came to him for fried rice.

He still smiled quite innocently.

Chen An'an asked him, "Brother Qiang, when is your girlfriend coming to see you?"

"She's busy with her studies, she'll have time after she graduates."

"It's already summer vacation, how can she still be busy?"

The nearby stall owners remind him every day, but it's no use.

Qiang just smiled and said nothing.

He's really a nice young man, just unfortunate not to meet a good woman.

Chen An'an even calls him Brother Qiang and had never seen someone so foolish.

Walking through the crowded streets, he arrived at his own home.

The little fart kid's bathing method has always been outrageous, requiring a small swimming pool to be prepared for her.

The water temperature had to be controlled at a lukewarm thirty-seven to thirty-eight degrees.

Then she would splash around in it.

When she got tired of splashing, the bath was considered done.

Chen Pingsheng had set up such a small pool for her on the rooftop, with everything temperature controlled.

Changed after each use.

If those nearby stall owners knew about her way of bathing, they would definitely scold her for being wasteful and ruining the family.

But in a wealthy family, it is nothing unusual.

Poor upbringing is hard to cultivate inherent confidence.

It also does not foster the relaxed feeling that truly wealthy people have.

The two little brats may be noisy at home, but when they go out, they are well-mannered and confident.