Yang Hongxia had looked over the menu and knew that Qiao Wenbin had ordered some seriously pricey dishes. Just those dishes alone, without even considering their cost, would likely run up to over ten thousand yuan, let alone adding a twelve-year-old bottle of Bordeaux dry red wine. This meal would probably end up costing more than twenty thousand yuan, right?
"Can do! Can do!"
She nodded repeatedly, already licking her lips in anticipation of the delicious food that was about to be served.
The waiter beside her looked at Yang Hongxia with a disdainful glance, repeated the names of the dishes to confirm there were no mistakes, and then left the room, making a point of closing the door of the private room behind him.