Clem''s expression changed, and she quickly said, "Mr. White, please don''t misunderstand. I would never do this if they had touched a single piece! I swear on my life, they didn''t touch anything. They were still taking pictures just now!"


    "I still find this a bit unpleasant. Here''s what we''ll do. Send this tter to table 22 downstairs as if it''s my treat. I''ll pay for itter, and then you prepare another tter that is exactly the same and send it to our private room as if it''s a gift from your manager. How does that sound?"


    She finally rxed. "Understood, Mr. White."


    "Good."


    I went downstairs to the kitchen to pick out some fresh seafood, had them prepare


    it, and then brought two bottles of white wine to the private room.


    Seafood paired perfectly with white wine.


    Mrs. Cylon wasn''t used to drinking, but I insisted she have a couple of sses. That was the thing with wine-if one didn''t drink it, one would never get used to it. But once one drank a little more and got ustomed to the initial taste, one would start to appreciate its subtle fragrance.


    That kind of enjoyment was unlike any regr drink.


    After eating, she looked at the leftover seafood with a pained expression. "What should we do with all this leftover seafood? It''s such a waste. Let''s take it home."


    I quickly stopped her. "Mrs. Cylon, we can''t take it. It''s fresh seafood. If it''s not stored properly, it could spoil, and eating it could make us sick."


    "But we can''t just waste it! These shrimp are huge. They must be expensive! You can''t just throw them away. Let me take them home and cook some risotto with them."


    I couldn''t help butugh.


    It was Mrs. Cylon''s first time here, and I nned to treat her to every meal. I wasn''t about to let her cook risotto with the leftovers.


    But seeing how unwilling she was to let it go, I felt it would be a waste to throw all the seafood away, especially the Dragon Pce, from which we''d barely taken a bite.


    I thought for a moment and then suggested, "How about this? I''ll talk to the kitchen, have them prepare the seafood, cook it, and send it to the hotel staff in your name. They can take it if they want. Otherwise, we can send it to the sanitation workers outside. That way, it''s like we''re doing a good deed."


    "Oh, that''s a good idea!"


    Finally, Mrs. Cylon was happy, and I couldn''t help but smile, feeling touched. She


    might be poor, but her heart was made of gold.


    Once downstairs, I carefully settled the bill without letting her see. If she had seen the bill for over 20


    thousand dors, she would


    probably have been so upset that


    she wouldn''t have been able to sleep that night.


    After ten minutes, with no sign of Louis and the others, we decided to wait at a nearby table.


    Clem soon brought us some tea and fruit. Another five or six minutester, Louis and the whole family walked to the cashier to pay.


    "This can''t be right! Are you sure you''ve got the correct numbers?" He stared in disbelief.


    "How could it be this much? I only pre-ordered dishes worth a little over 3,000!" Still smiling despite his angry tone, the receptionist calmly replied, "Sir, thisdy ordered two bottles of wine worth 5,000 each, totaling ten thousand."


    She pointed at Mrs. Brown, who looked horrified. "I-I didn''t know. I tried the wine in the private room, and it was good, so I came downstairs and casually ordered two more bottles."


    "And our hotel''s best private room service charge is 20%. Since you don''t have a VIP membership, the drinks from the fridge are also charged, as listed here. The totales to 18,632, and after discounting the service charge, you still need to pay 18,600."