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.”
Gratified, she beamed at him. All of a sudden, she was finding him much more palatable as a son-in-
law. If nothing else, she could at least be grateful for how much grace he was giving the Campbells.
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.”
After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Moses replied, “A bottle of this Cheval Blanc costs upward of 300,000,
miss.”
Minerva’s eyes bulged and she gaped openly at him. 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, right?” she asked.
Calmly, he replied, “No, miss. Our boss recently procured these bottles from an auction.”
Minerva stammered, “N-No, what I mean is… How could a bottle of Cheval Blanc cost so much?”
“Because it was produced in 1947!” he answered.
The single sentence made Jonah’s expression change. He was aware of how much the 1947 Cheval
Blanc was worth. After all, his boss had a bottle that sat unopened at home, idly waiting for it to
appreciate in value.
When he visited his boss’ home, 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 Supreme Card worth?
Suddenly, Demi drawled, “It’s alright, Mr. Moses. My cousin has said that we can’t consume alcohol
tonight as we’re driving.”
Upon hearing that, Tate 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 he pass up on such a good opportunity?
Fortunately, Mr. Moses only replied amiably, “Oh—that’s no issue. We provide valet service here.”
And so, Tate seized the opportunity and asked, “Is that true? That’s great, then! If they can send us back,
we can drink without care.”
Meanwhile, Minerva also nodded, feeling more eager than him. On the other hand, Demi curled her lips
once again. When it came to the Campbells, there was nothing she felt more strongly than contempt.
Fortunately, Matthew wasn’t bothered and he only nodded his agreement, saying, “Thank you, Mr.
Moses. Please have things arranged, then.”
Respectfully, Mr. Moses bowed his head. “Of course. Dinner will be served shortly, Mr. Larson. Please
enjoy your time here, everyone!”
With that, he exited the room, and the waiter entered soon after that with a few bottles of Cheval Blanc.
The labels on them were old and peeling. Yet, the year could be clearly seen—1947!
Immediately, Minerva pulled out her phone and she said, “Take a picture for me, Tate. Make sure to get
the label as well!”
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