This matter caused great complaints among The York Residence's guards, and they all began to harbor some resentment toward the thirteenth young master, because he made them get scolded every few days.

However, this also made them stand out among their peers, raising their vigilance to an unprecedented level. Later on, the defensive capabilities of The York Residence surpassed everyone's imagination—even the imperial palace had to admit defeat.

There was once a spy, a legendary spy, who could come and go freely among various countries. He had never been detected, and even entering the palaces of the three great empires was as easy as going home. He could be called a myth in the world of espionage.

But in the end, he fell into the hands of the The York Family. While conducting espionage at The York Residence, he was caught by a guard. At the time, he thought this guard must be an elite among elites—otherwise, how could he have been caught? But the result left him frustrated: this guard was just an ordinary guard at The York Residence.

What frustrated him even more was that when he asked the guard how he had been discovered, the guard replied, "Our thirteenth young master used that trick when he was a child. You're still too green."

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Chapter 10 Fish Balls with Thick Noodles

Time flew by, and just like that, five years had passed.

It was a sunny afternoon, on a street that looked very peaceful. The pedestrians on the street walked in all sorts of different ways.

This seemingly ordinary scene changed completely after a single shout. Everyone's eyes lit up, and then the whole place erupted.

"Jason York is here! He's going to splurge and squander at Xiao Ya Xuan! There are limited seats—if you want to go, hurry up!"

"Ah, Jason is going to squander again!"

"Xiao Ya Xuan, I've never been to such a high-end place before."

"Haha, today I'm going to eat and drink to my heart's content…"

……

In an instant, everyone on the street dropped what they were doing and ran toward the most luxurious hotel at the end of the street—Xiao Ya Xuan—cheering in all sorts of ways.

At this moment, they all knew one thing: although this Jason York was a spendthrift, he wouldn't go out of his way to squander for anyone. If you couldn't get a seat, he wouldn't ask them to add more.

So, if you wanted to enjoy this free lunch, you had to grab a seat. Everyone was running at what was probably the fastest speed of their lives, wishing they had a couple more legs.

Everyone in the imperial capital knew all about Jason York. They knew he squandered purely for the sake of squandering, and The York Family never restrained his behavior, letting him spend as he pleased.

Someone roughly calculated that this Jason York had squandered at least nearly a million gold coins over the past few years—enough to make a family rich for several generations. Only The York Family had the wealth to let him squander like this.

But it was strange—why did The York Family allow him to squander? Was it just because he was special? Everyone was curious about this, but over time, they got used to it and stopped wondering.

"Sorry, we're out of seats." Even if someone ran over quickly, they were still stopped outside by the staff. It wasn't that Xiao Ya Xuan didn't want to make money—there just weren't any seats left.

"Damn! Why don't you expand the place? How can there be no seats so soon?" some disgruntled people shouted.

Bro, our place is already big enough. In the eastern district of the capital, this is the biggest restaurant. But no matter how big it is, we can't seat everyone. This isn't a public square.

At this moment, inside the restaurant, at a table near the second-floor railing—where you could see the whole restaurant—sat a noble boy of about ten, and a very cute tiger-girl.

"Tina, what are they doing?" The noble boy looked at the lively scene downstairs while holding the menu, asking in confusion.

"Hmph, they're trying to take advantage. Young Master, can't you stop squandering and wasting money?" Little Tina said helplessly. She had said this countless times, and the answer was always the same.

"No way. My profession is to be a spendthrift. I have to squander, I have to waste money." The noble boy said this very seriously and solemnly—perhaps the most serious thing he'd ever said in his life.

"There's just no reasoning with you." Little Tina shook her head, then started thinking about how to save on her young master's squandering. She couldn't stop him from wasting money, but she could at least help him waste a little less.

Over the past few years, it had always been Little Tina keeping the noble boy's spending in check. Otherwise, he would have squandered several times more than he already had.

"Let's order. Waiter, give me a bowl of fish balls with thick noodles." The noble boy directly ordered his favorite noodle dish, which Little Tina often made for him.

Apparently, she really liked fish—if you didn't know better, you'd think she was from the cat tribe.

The waiter was silent for a moment, then said, "We don't have thick noodles."