496: Chapter 496 [The Life of a Tycoon] The Tenth Installment!
496: Chapter 496 [The Life of a Tycoon] The Tenth Installment!
Li Qiuming’s romantic and flawless speech, and his elegant and impeccable actions, caused everyone’s hearts to suddenly leap, following which they became excited.
An exquisitely French court mahogany dinner plate held some orange-yellow fried egg, underneath were perfectly golden fried potatoes, topped with a clump of black shimmering sturgeon caviar.
Impeccable in appearance, this was the most tempting smell.
Everyone looked with envy as Li Qiuming presented to Zhou Biman the most expensive fried egg in the world.
“Wow, Li, you’re really the expert driver here, so good at wooing girls!” Ye Chenfeng said without restraint.
Zhou Biman’s face was filled with emotion as she excitedly accepted the dinner plate.
Beside her, Ye Chenfeng had a strange expression, no one could guess what outrageous thing he was about to do next!
“So lucky!
Li truly is the best man in the world!” Many women witnessed this romantic moment, holding their hands to their hearts, infatuated.
“Thank you, Qiuming!
Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, I’m almost too afraid to eat this plate of eggs, I want to keep it as a collection!” Zhou Biman said, moved.
Li Qiuming smiled, “It’s okay, I’ve even hired the chef, as long as you want to eat, I can have it made for you every day, as long as you like it!”
“I’m so hungry, we’ve been here half a day, I’ve eaten only a few blades of grass, I’m so hungry my stomach is sticking to my back!” Suddenly a dissatisfied voice drew everyone’s attention.
They saw Ye Chenfeng lazily leaning there, his lips curled in a lazy arc.
Suddenly Ye Chenfeng’s gaze fixed on the dinner plate in Gu Jundie’s hand, his eyes gleaming, and he excitedly pounced: “Sister Biman, you’ve been dieting recently, right?
This greasy food should be mine.
Besides, you’ll have another chance to eat it, but if I miss this, it’s gone for good!”
This sudden act caught Li Qiuming off guard.
Before Zhou Biman could react, Ye Chenfeng had already taken the eggs from her hands.
Without further explanation, Ye Chenfeng took the plate and devoured the fried eggs in a shockingly wasteful and blood-boiling manner.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, Ye Chenfeng flicked the remaining caviar into his mouth and said boldly, “These can’t possibly be the best eggs!”
“Damn it, this is like eating grapes and saying they’re sour; he really deserves a beating!” Ye Chenfeng’s ‘atrocities’ angered some of the gentlemen, giving them the impulse to hit him.
Li Tianfeng’s heart was bleeding, his knuckles turning somewhat white.
After quickly evaluating the situation, a slight smile appeared on his cool, handsome face, “I wonder why Mr.
Ye would say such a thing?”
Ye Chenfeng licked his lips, grinned, and replied: “The best food must be made from the best ingredients.
The fried potatoes and the eggs were done well, but the caviar was lacking.
The most expensive caviar isn’t this type, nor is it grey caviar; it’s Iranian Almas caviar.
Remember to switch next time, Li!”
Li Qiuming’s mental defenses almost completely collapsed, if it were someone else, they would have already charged at Ye Chenfeng.
The not-so-small incident did not interrupt the continuation of the tour, but fortunately, Ye Chenfeng did not continue to cause trouble.
Instead, he quietly hid in a corner, holding a goblet, his gaze indifferent, seemingly lost in thought.
It’s worth mentioning that without Ye Chenfeng’s mischief, everyone listened to a textbook-like explanation and enjoyed world-class wines, which was incredibly pleasant.
The Gisele Hall truly was Li Qiuming’s little paradise; its profound heritage enlightened everyone today, and everyone envied, jealously admired, and hated Li Qiuming’s taste!
Time passed quickly, and before everyone knew it, the tour of the Gisefort Hall was over, and everyone dined there.
Today, Li Qiuming exceptionally allowed everyone to visit two wine cellars, leaving the rest off-limits.
“To show my sincerity, everyone present today can choose one item as a souvenir!
But remember to save some for others!” Li Qiuming said with a smile as they were leaving.
“My goodness, souvenirs too?
I love everything here!”
Li Qiuming’s brief words had momentarily elevated the atmosphere to a climax, as dozens of people began selecting their souvenirs from Gisefort Hall.
However, most chose items like exquisite wine bottles, corks, and goblets; very few chose whole bottles of wine.
“See, I told you he gives things away, and I am here to take something!”
“Huh, Chenfeng isn’t choosing a souvenir?” When Li Qiuming saw Ye Chenfeng twisting the crystal pillar and quietly observing the crimson liquid in the goblet, he asked.
That’s right, this prodigal, Mount Tai, being so silent?
Something is off.
Li Qiuming’s words also reminded everyone, based on the greatest prodigal’s character, he would definitely take this opportunity to heavily take advantage of Li Qiuming, but unusually, he was so silent.
“That’s what you said!” Through the transparent liquid, Li Qiuming clearly saw a spark in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.
“Bang!”
Ye Chenfeng slammed the goblet onto the table and strode toward a certain direction.
This is bad!
Li Qiuming’s heart sank.
Had he discovered something?
Thinking this, Li Qiuming somewhat regretted it.
When he first met Ye Chenfeng earlier, he had whispered in his own ear, clearly, his sense of smell was extraordinary; how could he have forgotten about this!
Li Qiuming almost wanted to slap himself, hurriedly stepped forward to block Ye Chenfeng, and said with a smile, “Chenfeng, I already have arrangements for your souvenir, the so-called King of Wines, Petrus!”
But Ye Chenfeng merely glanced lightly at Li Qiuming, “Actually, the more professional term is Petrus.”
Li Qiuming’s face showed a strange expression, “Yes, yes, Petrus!
Today I specifically want to give a bottle of Petrus to you, Chenfeng!”
Li Tianfeng’s expression was uncertain.
In the motorhome that afternoon, Ye Chenfeng had pretended to know nothing, but now it appeared that the guy’s knowledge about wine far exceeded the average person’s.
Ye Chenfeng raised an eyebrow, somewhat modestly said, “Li, you needn’t bother so much, plus that wine is too expensive.
Didn’t you want me to pick personally?
Then, I’ll choose something cheaper.”
At this moment, Li Qiuming transformed into the Wine Bro, zealously pitching, “This Petrus comes from the leading vineyard of France’s top eight, truly regal, and many celebrities love to collect it.
It’s perfect for you, Chenfeng!”
“No thanks, I’ll just pick something cheaper by myself!” Ye Chenfeng started walking toward Li Qiuming’s ‘Forbidden Land’.
“Chenfeng, you’re our honored guest, no need to bother yourself, I’ll have someone wrap the gift immediately!” Finally, as stable as Mount Tai, as calm as a maiden, Li Qiuming became anxious, his body blocking in front of Ye Chenfeng.
“Stop!”
Dozens of eyes simultaneously focused on the two men.
What’s going on with Li Qiuming?
Isn’t Ye Chenfeng just picking a souvenir?
He’s eaten even the priceless Saffron Stigma and the most expensive omelet, so why is a single souvenir causing him so much distress?