As they waited for the food, Tate and Minerva busied themselves with taking another round of photographs and posting it on Instagram.

On the other hand, Jonah studied a bottle of the Cheval Blanc for a long time before shaking his head.

Without a doubt, it was a genuine product.

After she finished taking photographs, Minerva complained, “Ugh—why isn’t the food here yet? I think we should open the wine first.”

Judging by her demeanor, she was afraid someone would take the wine away.

Right at that moment, the waiter knocked on the door and walked in with an intricately designed platter.

“The first course, ladies and gentlemen,” he said respectfully as he placed it on the table.

Eagerly, Minerva leaned over the table. “Oh boy! I can’t wait to see what this Chinese chef has prepared!”

To her shock, she discovered upon removing the cover that it was a platter of egg fried rice.

Utterly befuddled, she asked, “What… What is this?”

 

stunned. What was this? How could the restaurant serve

the waiter answered,

“What do you mean, Golden Rice? It’s egg fried rice. This is what your so-called famous chef from China is serving us? You’ve got to be joking! Who serves a platter of egg fried rice

their heads in agreement, neither of them

chef from China. It’s well-beloved by the rich and powerful there and can cost nearly ten thousand. At the Shanghai Nights

hearing that, everyone was

platter of egg fried rice cost twenty thousand? Do you think it’s made with real gold? If you’re going to lie,

the waiter answered, “My apologies, but that’s the price fixed

you can chase us away once we’re done? If you’re that hard-pressed

had never met someone like Minerva in all his time

try the food first? Perhaps this platter of egg

it’s still a platter of egg fried rice. It’s very rude of that friend of yours to lie to us like that,

for him,

to pay for dinner, only to waive their expenses in

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