Upon hearing Qin Hao's words, the entire restaurant fell silent for a moment, and then the atmosphere exploded instantly!
"What? Fake? A steak that costs over three thousand dollars, a wine worth over ten thousand, actually fake?"
"No way, right? Didn't Wei Qi say he often eats here? If it were fake, wouldn't he be able to tell?"
"Exactly, how could something so expensive be fake?"
A flurry of discussions arose.
"Sir, please be responsible for your words."
Just then, the restaurant manager hurried over, looked coldly at Qin Hao, and reprimanded, "The ingredients in our restaurant undergo strict selection. You are eating authentically a Matsusaka Beef Steak, the kind of top-notch steak you're probably tasting for the first time, right? Please don't speak nonsense. As for the Lafite wine, anyone who understands wine can taste that it's genuine. You probably don't drink often, do you?"
The manager's tone was filled with animosity, and his words were evidently barbed.
