PopularNovelChapter 170
Clem's expression changed, and she quickly said, "Mr. White, please don't misunderstand. | would never do this
if they had touched a single piece! | swear on my life, they didn't touch anything. They were still taking pictures
just now!"
"| still find this a bit unpleasant. Here's what we'll do. Send this platter to table 22 downstairs as if it's my treat.
I'll pay for it later, and then you prepare another platter that is exactly the sand send it to our private room
as if it's a gift from your manager. How does that sound?"
She finally relaxed. "Understood, Mr. White."
"Good."
| went downstairs to the kitchen to pick out sfresh seafood, had them prepare
it, and then brought two bottles of white wine to the private room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
Seafood paired perfectly with white wine.
Mrs. Cylon wasn't used to drinking, but I insisted she have a couple of glasses. That was the thing with wine-if
one didn't drink it, one would never get used to it. But once one drank a little more and got accustomed to the
initial taste, one would start to appreciate its subtle fragrance.
That kind of enjoyment was unlike any regular drink.
After eating, she looked at the leftover seafood with a pained expression. "What should we do with all this
leftover seafood? It's such a waste. Let's take it home."
| quickly stopped her. "Mrs. Cylon, we can't take it. It's fresh seafood. If it's not stored properly, it could spoil, and
eating it could make us sick."
"But we can't just waste it! These shrimp are huge. They must be expensive! You can't just throw them away. Let
| couldn't help but laugh.
It was Mrs. Cylon's first there, and | planned to treat her to every meal. | wasn't about to let her cook risotto
with the leftovers.
But seeing how unwilling she was to let it go, | felt it would be a waste to throw all the seafood away, especially
the Dragon Palace, from which we'd barely taken a bite.
| thought for a moment and then suggested, "How about this? I'll talk to the kitchen, have them prepare the
seafood, cook it, and send it to the hotel staff in your name. They can take it if they want. Otherwise, we can
send it to the sanitation workers outside. That way, it's like we're doing a good deed."
"Oh, that's a good idea!"
Finally, Mrs. Cylon was happy, and | couldn't help but smile, feeling touched. She
might be poor, but her heart was made of gold.
Once downstairs, | carefully settled the bill without letting her see. If she had seen the bill for over 20
thousand dollars, she would
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
probably have been so upset that
she wouldn't have been able to sleep that night.
After ten minutes, with no sign of Louis and the others, we decided to wait at a nearby table.
Clem soon brought us stea and fruit. Another five or six minutes later, Louis and the whole family walked to
the cashier to pay.
"This can't be right! Are you sure you've got the correct numbers?" He stared in disbelief.
"How could it be this much? | only pre-ordered dishes worth a little over 3,000!" Still smiling despite his angry
tone, the receptionist calmly replied, "Sir, this lady ordered two bottles of wine worth 5,000 each, totaling ten
thousand."
She pointed at Mrs. Brown, who looked horrified. "I-I didn't know. | tried the wine in the private room, and it was
good, so | cdownstairs and casually ordered two more bottles."
"And our hotel's best private room service charge is 20%. Since you don't have a VIP membership, the drinks
from the fridge are also charged, as listed here. The total comes to 18,632, and after discounting the service
charge, you still need to pay 18,600."
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
