Chapter 760

Upon seeing that Demi was about to start ordering, Minerva quickly called out, “No! I-I mean, please don’t order the signature dishes. T-They don’t look particularly interesting. Uh… Why don’t we order some local cuisine? Aren’t you always saying that you miss that kind of food, Mom?”

Chloe immediately understood and she answered with a smile, “Oh—yes, I am. I didn’t get to eat the local food from my youth while I was abroad, so I missed them dearly. Let’s just get those, then.”

With a pout, Demi protested, “I thought you said you were no longer used to the local food, Aunt Chloe!”

This successfully made Chloe incredibly embarrassed.

Glaring at Demi, Helen said, “Shut up! Just ignore her, Chloe. You haven’t been home in so long; it’s completely understandable that you would like to have some local food. Minerva, you don’t have to order too much. I’m not quite hungry tonight and your uncle has had quite a few snacks this afternoon, so we won’t be able to eat much.”

Dumbfounded, James stared at his wife. Since when did I eat any snacks? he grumbled to himself.

However, he couldn’t criticize her right now because he knew that she was only trying to make Chloe feel better.

Overjoyed, Minerva flipped to the back of the menu, where the local foods were listed.

Unfortunately, even after doing so, she was unable to make her decision.

Even the local dishes were expensive.

All of a sudden, Tate quipped, “Oh—by the way, we shouldn’t order any alcohol since we’ll be driving tonight.”

However, Demi immediately complained, “Why are you afraid of drinking alcohol when there’s a valet service? Not to mention that it’s horribly tasteless to skimp on alcohol at such a high-end establishment —”

Upon hearing that, Helen brutally pinched her under the table, causing her to grimace in pain.

Then, Helen contributed with a smile, “It’s a good idea not to drink alcohol. After all, we did consume quite a bit of it last night. This is simply a casual gathering and not a business dinner, anyway. What use would we have for it?”

Gratefully, the Campbells offered her a smile. They would be able to save a lot of money by not ordering wine.

Once again, Minerva picked up the menu, trying to decide which dishes would save them the most money.

Yet, no matter how long she looked at it, she was unable to pick the dishes out.

There was no avoiding it. Regardless of what she picked, the meal would still cost them tens of thousands.

As she struggled with her embarrassment, the manager of the restaurant—Mr. Moses—walked in.

The moment he entered, he hurriedly apologized, “I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Larson. I happened to be out on business when you arrived and was not able to come back in time to greet you. Please forgive me!”

He was covered in sweat, as if he had sprinted all the way back.

Generally, he joked and laughed with the billionaires that frequented his restaurant like they were old friends.

Yet, he was forever respectful of Matthew.

Smiling, Matthew replied, “No worries. We’re just here for a family gathering and your waiter has already provided us with excellent service.”

At this point, Mr. Moses gave the waiter a pleased glance.

For his part, the waiter was thrilled. There was no doubt he was going to receive a sizable bonus to his monthly salary after such praise from Matthew.

“Have you placed an order yet, Mr. Larson?” Mr. Moses continued with a smile. “Would you like us to have your dinner arranged? We happen to have a famous chef from China here to exchange culinary knowledge with our chefs. It’s a rare opportunity, so would you like me to have him make you some of his signature dishes?”

Before Matthew could answer, Minerva interrupted, “What are his dishes like? Are they expensive?”

Immediately, Mr. Moses answered, “All of Mr. Larson’s expenses are covered.”

This was precisely the sentence Minerva was wanting to hear, so she looked at her mother and commented, “I’m very curious how this chef’s dishes taste, so why don’t we try his cooking? Let’s let Matthew arrange things tonight and we can treat them to dinner tomorrow!”