Yang Lingfeng now felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten excrement. For the first time, he found the honors he had achieved somewhat detestable.
If he hadn't boasted his name, then Ye Chen wouldn't have been able to order the beluga caviar, and he was even starting to regret inviting Ye Chen for a meal.
Not to mention, an ounce of beluga caviar was valued at over a thousand US dollars; one spoonful would cost tens of thousands.
Even though he was wealthy, he couldn't afford Ye Chen's luxurious indulgence.
However, his boastful claim had already been made, and with Su Xiyue present, he dared not renege now. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept it.
Afterward, Ye Chen ordered several more precious dishes, and finally, he asked for two bottles of Romanée-Conti from the nineties before handing the menu back to the waiter.
"Mr. Ye, you've ordered so much food, I'm afraid the three of us won't be able to finish it."
Yang Lingfeng coughed twice and said smilingly.
