James and Helen had an awkward look on their faces upon witnessing how condescending Minerva and
Tate were. No longer able to contain her anger this time, Demi slammed her hands on the table and
snapped, “Alright, you want steak? You will have steak and nothing else!”
Still standing by the door, the waiter politely informed her, “I’m sorry, but we don’t offer steak here.”
Minerva smirked in response. “Oh, Demi, you don’t have to pretend to be what you’re not. From what I
gather, it’s illegal to butcher cows in Cathay, for cows are important farm animals in the farming industry.
Tate, you might be sent to jail for ordering steak.”
Demi flew into a greater rage when she heard that, which caused her to yell, “How could you not have
any steak? How is this possible with such an established place?”
In an awkward tone, the waiter elaborated on his statement. “My apologies, but our restaurant operates
on a membership basis, which is marketed toward high-end consumers. Thus, our customers don’t
usually order food that is of lesser grade.”
That simple line startled everybody into silence, including the Campbells, who found the revelation jaw-
dropping. After a while, Minerva shot up from her seat. “What the heck are you talking about? I dare you
repeat that again! What do you mean by low-end stuff? Haven’t you heard of steak? Only foreigners
have them. It’s just like in the movies! Have you ever seen one? How dare you claim that it’s a low-end
thing? How do uneducated people like you get a job here as a waiter?”
Despite her hostility, the waiter managed a measured response. “Miss, I know what you’re talking about.
But still, I’m afraid we don’t have food that is of lesser grade. Why don’t you take a look at the menu to
order something else?”
Minerva’s anger flared. “You sure know how to make things up! Alright, I will check on the so-called high-
end stuff that you claim to serve!”
Upon checking the menu, Minerva widened her eyes so much that they almost popped out of their
sockets. “T-T-This is utter b*llocks! Australian abalone? You have this here? And t-this caviar? This is
impossible! Don’t you know how expensive this is? French foie gras? You must be kidding me! We’re in
Cathay, so how can we even get French foie gras? What the heck is this? A 1982 Chateau Lafite
Rothschild? Do you even know how much it costs per bottle? Didn’t you just fabricate all of this just so
you can come up with this sorry excuse for a menu?”
All the while, Chloe was also frowning. “Helen, are people in Cathay this extravagant nowadays?
Although Cathians were poor back when I still lived here, they were at least honest. What kind of foolery
is this now? Oh, we’re family, so you don’t have to put up an act in front of us. I would be happy even if
you buy me a bowl of noodles. In fact, I’m happy just to meet you even if you don’t treat me to anything!”
If Helen was slightly annoyed in the beginning, she was brought to the verge of tears by Chloe’s words.
Chloe and her shared such a close bond. Although Chloe might be quite arrogant and condescending,
she treated Helen nicely. The sisterly bond they shared was authentic.
With that, Helen took a deep breath. “Chloe, times have changed. To put it simply, this restaurant isn’t
nearly as accessible as you might have assumed. You’ll have to pay a sum of five hundred thousand for
the membership card alone, and you can easily spend hundreds of thousands on a single meal.”
Chloe’s eyes went wide in shock. “This can’t be! Helen, don’t go around spewing nonsense. How can a
meal cost you tens of thousands? What currency do you even use? Is it some low currency?”
Demi pouted indignantly. “Of course it’s Cathian currency! It would be around twenty thousand in your
currency!”
By that point, it was Tate and Minerva’s turn to gape at them. “Y-You must be lying! How can you possibly
spend twenty thousand just for a meal?”
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