Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

Upon hearing Minerva’s words, Demi nearly snorted with laughter as she thought to herself, ‘Try his cooking’? It’s obvious that the Campbells can’t afford to eat here and they are trying to get a free meal using Matthew’s position. Nonetheless, her mother was still pinching her hand and dissuading her from speaking.

Looking a little awkward, Chloe muttered doubtfully, “Is… Is that appropriate?”

Immediately, Helen reassured her, “Oh—it’s fine. We’re family, after all. There’s no such thing as being inappropriate! Don’t you think so, Matthew?”

Of course, Matthew wasn’t going to shame Helen by saying no to such a request. So, he agreed with a nod. “Right. It’s rare to be able to meet a famous chef from China, so it makes sense to try his cooking.”

And so, Mr. Moses announced, “It’s decided, then. I shall arrange things for you. Oh—what would you like to drink, Mr. Larson? We recently procured a few bottles of Cheval Blanc; would you like me to bring them to you?”

“Cheval Blanc?” Minerva interrupted skeptically. Why would such a high-end establishment as yours serve Cheval Blanc? If we’re going to eat here, you could at least bring us a 1982 Lafite. I know you have it because I saw it on your menu. Bring us a few bottles.”

hesitating for a moment, Mr. Moses replied, “A bottle of this

She thought she had seen everything but she had no idea that a bottle of white wine cost so much. “You’re… You’re joking,

he replied, “No, miss. Our boss recently procured these bottles from an

“N-No, what I mean is… How could a bottle of Cheval Blanc

produced in

made Jonah’s expression change. He was aware of how much the 1947 Cheval Blanc was worth. After all, his boss

his boss had shown off the wine cellar to him more than once; thus, he was very aware of how much the bottle cost. And now, Mr. Moses was offering a few bottles to Matthew for free! Just how much was the

has said that we can’t

promptly flushed red. Even if he didn’t drink any of it, he would have auctioned it off. Besides, he had to at least have a taste, no matter what. A mouthful could be worth 10 or 20 thousand, so how could

amiably, “Oh—that’s no