After they were seated, Jiang Cheng said to Qin Fen and Wang Congcong, "Brother Wang, Brother Qin, thanks for coming house-hunting with me today. Tonight's on me—order whatever you want."
Qin Fen nudged Jiang Cheng. "Why mention it? If we start keeping score, how many meals would I owe you for the money you've helped me make?"
"Exactly. Don't be a stranger—brothers don't talk like that." Wang Congcong chimed in.
Jiang Cheng laughed. "All right, back home you two always foot the bill—tonight it's my turn."
Money wasn't an issue for any of them, so no one argued over the check.
Qin Fen grinned. "Deal. I just peeked at the menu—they've got caviar and alba white truffle. I'm not holding back."
Wang Congcong nodded. "Talking about that stuff reminds me of when I first hit London. I tried it a few times—blew my mind at first. alba white truffle is priced by the gram—just 10 g runs ten grand. One bite feels like swallowing cash, and the taste is only so-so."
Jiang Cheng shrugged. "I had alba truffle back home at Luxury Hotel the first time I treated Old Wang—can't recall the flavor. Never tried caviar, though; let's order both and sample them, or there's nothing else worth getting."
Qin Fen added, "If you can't remember, the taste can't be great. Foreign food is just for novelty—real flavor is back home."
Jiang Cheng agreed. "Totally. Abroad, every plate looks fancy but tastes bland. They call it 'preserving original flavor' by skipping seasoning, yet half of it can't beat street-side stalls at home."
Sipping wine, Wang Congcong gave Jiang Cheng an approving look. "Spot on—take foie gras: they sculpt it into a cherry, but it still tastes like plain foie gras. All show, no go."
The three waited for their food while roasting every posh foreign meal they'd ever had.
They spoke Chinese, so Jessica beside them understood nothing.
Even so, she stayed tactful, not showing the slightest annoyance.
She kept smiling politely as she listened.
Only when the dishes arrived did Jessica gasp.
The waiter set out solid-gold cutlery and plates for them.
Jessica, a regular here, knew that gold utensils meant Jiang Cheng had ordered something exorbitant tonight.
Sure enough, the waiter soon served Deep-Sea Cod blanketed in Top-Grade Caviar.
It looked like at least ten grams of caviar per person.
Jessica had tasted such luxuries when other tycoons hosted, but they'd only sprinkle a few eggs—never heap them like this.
One bite must cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Jessica also spotted alba truffle, foie gras, Australian Lobster… While she snapped photos in shock and vanity, the three men dug in without ceremony.
They forked huge bites straight into their mouths.
A few chews and down it went, as if they were eating everyday fare.
Their casualness surprised not only Jessica but even the nearby waiter, whose face twitched.
These were delicacies most people couldn't afford, yet the trio looked utterly unmoved, expressions unchanged.
Compared with their ease, Jessica seemed deliberate—posing photos and nibbling slowly, reluctant to finish.
She chewed unhurriedly, savoring every morsel.
Mid-bite, Wang Congcong checked wechat and glanced up. "I forwarded you the pic. That Girl already posted it on Social Media Platform; I'll repost."
Qin Fen chuckled. "You just split with Dou-er and already repost another woman's Social Media Platform post—scummy."
Wang Congcong smirked. "We broke up, so it's fair game. I'm single now. Besides, she agreed right away; I was heartbroken for hours."