There was silence at the scene all of a sudden. Nestor’s hands were frozen. With much effort, he turned his head to look at the waiter with an expression of disbelief.
“What the heck costs two million, three hundred and thirty thousand dollars? What did I just eat? So, are your leeks made of gold, or your bean sprouts inlaid with diamonds? Even gold and diamonds are not that expensive. Are you trying to scheme me into falling into your trap?”
In Nestor’s opinion, this meal could not have exceeded two hundred dollars. The most expensive dish was the sautéed duck priced at thirty-six dollars. That stir-fried mung bean sprout with leek cost only eighteen dollars, the stir-fried winkles with celery would only cost twenty two dollars.
The total price of all the dishes added up would not cost more than two hundred dollars. As a result, the waiter asked him to pay two million, three hundred and thirty thousand dollars.
‘Are we celebrating April Fool’s Day earlier this year? What kind of international joke is this?’
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