As a standard food enthusiast who had received a hint from Qin Hai, Xiao Lingling ordered the "Supreme Australian Lobster" and, of course, wouldn't let Jian Ren off easily; she also ordered a whole table of rare delicacies. In the end, she even asked Qin Hai for two bottles of Moutai that had been aged for thirty years. The whole meal would cost Jian Ren at least twenty thousand yuan.
Jian Ren's face, plump with fat, looked as though it might cramp with the pain of spending so much money, as he continually wiped the sweat from his forehead. It wasn't until Xiao Lingling closed the menu that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The dishes were quickly brought out, with only the "Supreme Australian Lobster" still needing a bit more time to be served.
As Jian Ren opened the Moutai and was about to pour it for Qin Hai, Qin Hai covered his cup with a hand and said, "Minister Jian, just say what you need to say, or we won't eat this meal."
