My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng had no choice but to pick up the menu and translate it one by one.

After hearing this, Zhao Zhuwei quickly ordered a few dishes, and then said with a smile: "Can you bring me a box of this caviar? Otherwise, the foreigners next door will see it and think we can't afford it."

"Miss, have you watched too many movies?"

"I've seen movies where rich people don't need to be weighed. Why don't you be more generous?"

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to him."

Yang Feng was helpless and said to the waiter: "Can you please give me a box of caviar directly?"

"what?"

The waiter froze.

The young couple eating at the next table almost couldn't hold it back, choked on a mouthful of food, and looked at this weirdo Yang Feng.

"This guy really has never eaten in a high-end restaurant. Does he think of caviar as noodles to make him full?"

The young man couldn't help but make a sarcastic comment.

Although Zhao Zhuwei didn't know what he said, she guessed that it wasn't something nice.

Yang Feng glanced at him and said nothing.

However, when the woman opposite saw that he was silent, she also said: "It's really unlucky to come here for a meal and have to sit in the same restaurant with such an uncivilized race."

"Um?!"

Yang Feng's expression became a little unhappy.

If he attacks himself, he won't bother to respond.

But this woman is obviously a little bit racist.

Seeing that Yang Feng was angry, the woman became even more proud and said, "Why, am I right? An Asian yellow-skinned pig who doesn't know where he came from comes to such a high-end restaurant to eat, it is simply ruining the atmosphere."

"Do you call this a high-end restaurant?"

"What, your first time here?"

The woman looked at the steak in front of her with contempt and said, "How about it, have you ever seen steak like this?"

"how?"

"Haha, I can tell you have never eaten it before. This steak is sold here for a few euros per gram. Can you afford it?"

Woman's proud expression.

The young man opposite her also immediately echoed: "Let alone eating this steak, I think it will be very difficult for him to pay for it later. Why don't you beg me and I will pay for it for you later?"

"No need, I really can't think of a person who can eat fake steak with such gusto."

Yang Feng shook his head.

He had gone back to the truth about that steak.

But as soon as he spoke, the expression of the waiter who had been standing next to him changed.

The couple immediately became furious and said, "You bastard, what did you say?!"

"Why, didn't I say it clearly enough?"

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and said, "What kind of level can a person who eats fake steaks feel like he has found a treasure?"

"Hmph, you don't even know what this steak is, why do you..."

"Chateaubriand, a famous French politician and the founder of romantic literature, especially loved this thick top-quality filet mignon. It was named 'Chateaubriand Steak' because of this French writer."

Yang Feng spoke calmly and said: "The tenderest part of the whole cow is the filet. The middle part is the softest and most tender part of the filet. Chateaubriand steak is the middle part of the filet."

"you……"

"And I just saw it written on the menu, saying that the origin of this cow is from the Burgundy region, but from my point of view, it is probably fake."

Yang Feng looked at the waiter and said, "If I guessed correctly, this beef should come from near Bacheng, right? Its meat quality and fat distribution are not as uniform as those from the Burgundy region."

"for this I……"

The waiter was a little panicked.

When the two lovers saw the waiter's expression, they stood up suddenly and asked, "Is what he said true?!"

"I...I don't know, I don't know anything."

The waiter was extremely panicked.

Fortunately, at this time, the store manager and chef had already walked out.

Because they heard that Yang Feng exposed his trick, they hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said, "Sorry, you two, there was a new chef in there just now. He brought the wrong steak, which caused some misunderstanding."

Their words confirmed that what Yang Feng said was true.

At this time, the couple's faces were extremely ugly.

He didn't even dare to look directly into Yang Feng's eyes.

They would never have imagined that this person from Asia would know so much about French steaks and could tell the authenticity with his eyes.

In contrast, I actually thought this was some kind of high-end food just now.

"By the way, you guys seemed to be a little dissatisfied with my skin color just now because of your mean words. I can give you a chance to apologize."

Yang Feng's tone was a bit warning.

But as soon as his words came out, the young man in the couple reacted.

Immediately, his face became a little disdainful and contemptuous, and he raised his middle finger and said: "I won't apologize, yellow-skinned pig! You..."

"Snapped!"

"Boom!"

The young man's body was thrown away by the slap, and then there was the sound of his body crushing the dining table.

No one present clearly saw how Yang Feng took action. They only reacted in fear after the young man flew out.

When everyone turned their attention to the young man, he had already covered the slap mark on his face and stood up tremblingly from the ground.

"you you!"

The young man pointed at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng narrowed his eyes and said: "I only reason with people who are reasonable. But with people who are unreasonable, I will find a way to make them reason with me."

"Yellow-skinned pig, you..."

"Snapped!"

"boom!!!"

There was another slap, and the young man's body flew out again, hit the pillar of the hall hard, and slid down.

This time he didn't stand up again, only his mouth was bleeding and his teeth fell to the ground.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "I don't think he can learn to apologize anymore, what about you?"

He looked at the woman who was still sarcastic just now.

The woman stayed there for a long time. After hearing Yang Feng's question, she quickly said: "Yes! I'm sorry, it's my fault! I'm a white-skinned pig! I was wrong, I was wrong! I..."

"That's enough, just scold yourself. At least I have a friend who can help me change my opinion of you a little bit."

Yang Feng said coldly, "Go away."

He didn't want to hit a woman unless he had to.

After hearing his words, the young man bleeding on the ground hurriedly crawled out, fearing that he would be slapped again a second later.

After the two left, only the store manager and a few staff were left in the store.

"Let's serve."

Yang Feng's calm tone finally made the two of them wake up.

But before the food could be served, Birrell walked in at the door.

Seeing that Yang Feng was eating here, he said, "Why do you, Mr. Yang, eat in a restaurant like this? You might as well go back to my manor."

His contempt for this restaurant was clearly evident in his words.

The store manager was unhappy and was about to retort when he saw Birrell's appearance clearly.

"Marquis Birrell!"

He immediately became respectful.

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng joked: "I can see that you are still useful in reading magazines every day. At least there are people who know you wherever you go."

"Hehe, that's just a little hobby of mine."

Birrell chuckled, and then continued: "By the way, I came to Mr. Yang to tell you about the auction."