The dishes at the banquet are all so good, so naturally Mei Mengzhen didn't skimp on the wine either. Each table's standard wine was a million per bottle, and there was obviously more than just one bottle per table. Of course, she was talking about the selling price—the wholesale cost couldn't possibly be that high. So even serving this wine to the guests, Mei Mengzhen didn't feel particularly stingy.
As lunchtime drew closer, the dishes Grandpa Pei had prepared were carried out one after another.
These dishes, both in presentation and color, were enough to catch everyone's eye. But everyone present was well-mannered; with so many banquet tables, not a single person jumped the gun with their chopsticks. Mei Mengzhen couldn't help but sigh, "Everyone's so civilized, huh."
"Isn't that normal?" Fu Rui glanced at her, saying it as if it were obvious.
