Chapter 763
“Is this truly egg fried rice? I… I’ve never tasted such delicious rice before!” Chloe said as she shoveled
the food into her mouth, quickly finishing her portion of it.
Frowning with dissatisfaction, Jonah asked, “Do you need to be so dramatic? It’s just egg fried rice, so
what’s the big deal?”
As he spoke, he too took a bite, only to find that he was unable to stop once he started.
Seeing how ravenously his father was eating, Tate immediately did the same thing and was at once
enamored.
“It’s so good! I’ve never tasted anything so good in my life!” he eximed as he stuffed more rice into
his mouth.
Soon, everyone at the table was busy eating.
Meanwhile, Minerva gaped at them. Is the egg fried rice really that good?
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Skeptically, she bent over her own te, upon which was some rice her mother had spooned for her.
After taking a bite, she immediately fell in love too.
“Is… Is this actually egg fried rice?” she eximed as she cleaned her te. “How did they make it so
delicious?”
However, when she went to get a second helping, she realized that the serving tter was empty and
that her younger brother, Tate, was scraping thest bit of rice into his own te.
Furiously, she cried out, “Wait—how did you all finish it so quickly? I had one bite and now there’s no
more left for me!”
Smirking, Demi replied, “Well, we asked you to have some but you said you didn’t want to. Since it’s best
not to waste food, we helped you finish your portion.”
The response incensed Minerva. If she had known earlier how delicious the fried rice was, she would
have eaten it.
Happily, Helen sighed. “Clearly, this chef knows what he’s doing. It makes sense that they would sell it
for twenty thousand at a ce like this.”
For once, Chloe and Jonah had noeback, as the fried rice was simply too delicious.
Licking his lips, Tateined, “The only problem is that the serving is too small. Can we get one more
tter, waiter?”
With wide, hopeful eyes, Minerva chirped, “One isn’t enough. Two more—no, five more!”
Looking ufortable, the waiter apologized, “I’m terribly sorry everyone, but the chef only makes ten
servings of Golden Rice each day and this was the tenth tter.”
However, Minerva retorted, “What kind of rule is that? Just have him make it! It’s not like he’s not being
paid. I don’t believe he’d refuse us if he’s paid.”
Shaking his head, the waiter refuted, “He would, miss, as the ingredients for this dish need to be pickled
and prepared a day beforehand. As he has used up the ingredients for today, you will need toe back
tomorrow if you wish to have some more of his Golden Rice!”
Just like that, Minerva was left at a loss. It looked like she was not going to get another serving of the
rice. Have I inadvertently missed out on a delicacy?
Chloe then asked with a frown, “I’m curious—could you not have him prepare more ingredients
beforehand? How could ten tters a day possibly be enough for something so delicious?”
“These are the chef’s rules and no one can change his mind,” the waiter replied. “Once, he received a
visit from Jeff Bezos. Mr. Bezos asked for another portion but the chef did not concede.”
Instantly, the group fell silent.
Jeff Bezos was a renowned billionaire and if the chef wouldn’t budge for someone so important, there
was no way he was going to change his mind for them.
“Alright, alright. Just send the rest of the food in!” Minerva instructed, waving her hand impatiently
despite the regret.
If she had moved sooner, she would have been able to have more than a mouthful of rice.
Currently, the taste of it was still lingering on her tongue and itpounded her regret.
Nevertheless, she had learned her lesson and would not put down the spoon in her hand.
She decided she would move first when the next dish arrived.
After all, the early bird got the worm.