Jonah began to quickly calculate the potential cost of the dinner.
Even if he ordered the cheaper dishes and none of the alcohol for this meal, it would cost 40 or 50
thousand to feed all of them.
If he ordered wine, that would be even worse.
The cheapest bottle of wine on this menu was at least 30 thousand.
If he ordered two bottles, wouldn’t the entire meal cost more than 100 thousand?
And if he ordered the signature dishes, it would cost 200 or 300 thousand!
All of a sudden, Jonah felt his blood pressure rising and he couldn’t figure out the deal with the
Cunningham family.
Wasn’t he told that they couldn’t even afford plain toast?
How was it that they could afford meals worth hundreds of thousands now?
Unfortunately, what he didn’t know was that the restaurant he came to was Eastcliff’s most high-end
restaurant.
The Shanghai Nights restaurant was second only to the Times Hotel.
Of the people who visited this restaurant, multi-millionaires were the poorest clients.
The majority of this establishment’s clients were figures with a net worth of billions; to them, a meal
costing a few hundred thousand was nothing.
Yet, to people like Jonah, a meal costing that much was simply too extravagant.
After all, he was only a white-collar worker. It wasn’t like he owned a multinational company.
By now, he was regretting bringing them to such a high-end place for dinner and bragging that he would
treat them to dinner.
Really, he brought this on himself!
Next to him, Minerva saw that her father was silently staring at the menu, so she called out impatiently,
“Dad, hurry up! I’m so hungry that I could eat a horse!”
It embarrassed Jonah, for he wanted to place an order but had no idea where to begin.
The first dish listed on the page cost a few thousand as did the next, so how was he going to choose?
There were ten people present, which meant he would have to order ten courses.
Just thinking about the potential cost made his brain hurt.
Upon realizing he still wasn’t placing an order after she pushed him, Minerva snatched the menu from his
hands.
“Fine, then. I’ll choose. Why do you always have such trouble choosing? Just get all their signature
dishes. Is that so difficult? I—” At this point, she stopped, for she saw the pricing on the menu. After
pausing for a moment, she exclaimed, “Goodness; are you kidding me? One thousand eight hundred for
a bowl of salad? Is it made of gold?”
The waiter remained calm, for he was long used to the pricing on the menu.
“The pricing on the menu is determined by the chef’s abilities, miss. Our head chef is descended from a
line of royal palace chefs and he once won first prize in the national cooking competition. Many royals
and celebrities from around the world take it as an honor to be able to try his food and they may even
travel here expressly for that privilege. It’s only because you’re in the Supreme Room that you too will get
to enjoy his cooking, miss. Other members of the restaurant—even Diamond Members—do not have
that privilege!”
Wide-eyed, Minerva flipped through the menu. She was finally beginning to understand why her father
had hesitated.
As she read through it, she felt cold sweat run down her back.
How much was this meal going to cost?
If only she had allowed Matthew to take charge. Then, they would have been able to eat for free then!
As the seconds ticked by, she stared at the menu, unable to place an order.
Frowning, Tate asked his sister, “Are you going to place an order or not? Let me do it if you aren’t.”
Thus, he snatched the menu over but it wasn’t long before he became as dumbstruck as her.
As everyone else stared at them, Demi sniggered under her breath and commented, “Do hurry up! I’m
ravenous after the long journey here. I thought you said we should order one of every signature dish. I
imagine that should be enough for all of us! Shall I just get to it, then?”
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