"One serving of premium beef."
"One serving of grassland lamb."
"One serving of layered tripe."
"One serving of boneless basa fillets…"
In the Haidilao restaurant, Su Xuan rattled off orders from the menu, adding more than a dozen dishes in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Su, the two of us can't eat that much. Let's not waste money!" Zhou Wanshing said, a little pained.
"Money's no object. Eat whatever you want!" Su Xuan, who had just earned over two billion, said with a grin.
"Pfft, you ordered maybe two or three hundred yuan worth of food and you have the gall to say 'money's no object'? Acting like you're some big-shot tycoon!" a jarring voice suddenly piped up from the next table.
"Yeah, we ordered over five hundred yuan worth of food and we aren't being that ostentatious!" another person at their table chimed in.
