"Why, no?" Yuan Ye frowned.

"Sir, have a meal and take out such a large gold ticket. What can I get from the shop for you?" The shopkeeper looked embarrassed.

"Oh, that's it." Yuan Ye shook his head and smiled bitterly. The cost of one gold coin and the gold ticket of one million gold coins were a little outrageous. He immediately looked at Mo Xiaoli innocently, "I don't have any money, please me."

Mo Xiaoli's mouth is in the shape of O. looking back, he sees four tables full of dishes. Some of them move for a while, others don't move at all. So much food money now unexpectedly...