Rich Heiress Cursed Me as Fish Seller, Then Cried RegretfullyChapter 3

The whole table went wild snapping photos.

When they were done, Antonia shoved the package menu right up to the camera. "Guys, hurry up and screenshot this! You will never see this again in your life."

The menu unfolded. 【Romanée-Conti Grand Cru × 1

Bluefin tuna, premium fatty belly, marbled sashimi × flown in same day.

White sturgeon century-aged roe grade.

Eight additional side dishes, plated per guest, ingredients limited daily.

Dedicated server attending the entire meal, no resources shared with the main floor.】

That package was one I originally kept for entertaining top-tier partners. Since Cara wanted so badly to try it, I would give her the chance.

After Guy stepped out of the room, the Moonlight package came out dish by dish.

The dedicated server wore white gloves, plating each course one at a time.

Then he held up the bottle in his palm, turned it slowly for everyone to see, and only then poured the wine into the glasses.

Every person at the table stared, glassy-eyed.

Antonia pressed the camera close to the caviar, her voice shaking. "Guys, do you see this? White sturgeon caviar. This one spoonful is a whole month of my salary."

She cupped her hand carefully underneath, terrified a single grain might fall to the floor.

The stream hit ten thousand viewers, and the comments went insane.

【Holy crap! Is this really not a filter?】

【One bite of that costs more than gold!】

【Where's the big shot who was going to blow cash on the Carnival gift? Come on now, weren't you mocking her for having no money?】

Cara leaned back into the soft leather couch, scooped up a spoon of caviar, took a small taste, and let a satisfied look settle on her face.

"That's more like it."

A few of the guys had run out of patience long ago, chopsticks all reaching at once for the bluefin tuna.

One guy with a stud earring crammed his mouth full and mumbled through it, "Cara, this is so damn good! I have never eaten anything this good in my whole life!"

"No kidding," the girl beside him rolled her eyes at him. "It's one point two eight million. You think it's the cheap noodle stand outside school?"

Antonia turned the camera on Cara. "Cara, give the guys your review."

Cara lifted her glass, swirled it lightly, took a sip of the Romanée-Conti. "The wine's decent. Fruit's clean enough. But this Imperial Lounge name, tsk, tsk…"

She paused, one corner of her mouth curling down. "So tacky."

The whole table burst out laughing.

"Holy crap, Cara, I didn't even notice till you said it. That name really is trashy!"

"Imperial Lounge, ha ha ha, sounds like some eighties gangster flick."

"No idea what country bumpkin came up with that."

The comments piled on. 【The name really is tacky, but I hear this KTV isn't cheap.】

【Top three in the whole city.】

【No kidding, what other KTV keeps caviar on hand at all times?】

They ate like a pack of starving ghosts, all manners gone.

Cara set her glass down unhurriedly, pulled her phone out of her bag. "You all take your time, order more if it's not enough. I'll go text that fish seller."

The others ate and couldn't hold back their laughter.

"For a fish seller to land Cara, his ancestors' graves must be smoking good luck."

Antonia's eyes lit up. She shot a close-up of the dishes and raised her voice on purpose.

The stream caught it clear as day. "Cara, are you planning to make that fish seller foot the bill?"

Cara let out a soft laugh. "Mm. Let him."