Zhang Chi figured he should be able to order food; there was no harm in trying.
Mainly, he had never really eaten at KFC before.
Eating there for the first time felt totally different.
His usual breakfast was a bowl of spicy soup, three large buns, and with four yuan he was set—pretty rough fare, nothing like the refinement of KFC.
This was truly a high-end international brand breakfast.
Eating at KFC, Zhang Chi felt as if he had climbed the social ladder.
The temptation was too great; he couldn't resist it.
In the end, Zhang Chi ran his fingers over the menu, settling on a few items.
...
Class 2.
It was supposed to be early self-study, but Qi Tianheng sat at Li Shi's usual desk, while her original desk mate had been "persuaded" to leave with a "negotiating" tone.
"Sister Lee, your information was spot on; my plan has already started." Qi Tianheng said.
