Chapter 75 Eating Gracefully and Enjoying the Food
Charles thought that even a brief fling with Luna warranted a witness and a prenuptial agreement to prevent future troubles. Unbeknownst to him, he was currently plotting ways to persuade Luna to sign the contract, oblivious to the fact that he would eventually end up ripping it to shreds and swallowing it to eliminate any incriminating evidence.
But that's a story for another time.
Luna, meanwhile, had no clue about Charles' plans. She was busy chatting with Eric about buffet strategies.
Listening to them laugh and talk, Charles was baffled.
"There's a strategy for eating at a buffet?" he asked, confused.
'Isn't a buffet just about eating whatever you want?' Charles thought.
"Of course there are strategies. Tons of them on Yelp and TikTok," Luna explained.
"Hey Charles, have you heard of that viral post about 'Maximizing Your Buffet Bucks at HarmonyHaven Hotel'? My sis and I were just chatting about giving it a shot. Thanks for footing the bill this time, man. We promise not to make you cringe," Eric remarked, causing a smirk to play on Charles' lips.
Did they want to eat their money's worth at HarmonyHaven Hotel? Wouldn't that mean they were eating his money's worth?
When they got to the hotel, Charles parked the car and noticed Luna still carrying Eric's bag. He took the initiative to push Eric's wheelchair.
Eric seemed to prefer Charles pushing him anyway.
The three of them entered the lobby, and the pre-arranged manager quickly greeted them.
"Mr. Lee, welcome."
"Thanks," Charles replied coolly, making the manager so nervous he didn't dare show it. He led them to a fancy private room.
After they sat down, the manager handed each of them a tablet to order their food.
Luna let Eric practice ordering. With a single look from Charles, the manager quickly left.
"I've only seen this place on TV before, but I feel like I've seen it somewhere else too," Eric said, looking around and smiling.
"Where?" Charles asked, curious.
"In my dreams."
Charles fell silent at that.
Eric awkwardly smiled as he delved into his newfound hobby of sketching comics, frequently depicting upscale banquet venues. While he once relied on online images for inspiration, firsthand experiences would undoubtedly lend his drawings a greater sense of authenticity.
Eric spoke without much thought, but Luna listened intently. She smiled too, but there was a hint of sadness.
Because she had to save money for Eric's medical treatment, they rarely went out to eat. During college, she was busy with part-time jobs and didn't have much time.
But Eric was very understanding. He never asked for food, clothes, or other things. Even his sketchbooks were used on both sides.
She tried her best to give Eric the best, but her abilities were limited. Maybe she should consider Charles' suggestion and cooperate with him long-term.
After they ordered, the food arrived quickly.
At HarmonyHaven Hotel, patrons custom-ordered their buffet selections, leaving the kitchen responsible for preparation, sparing guests the task of serving themselves.
Luna and Eric both loved sweet shrimp, salmon, and king crab. But they ate slowly and didn't embarrass Charles.
Charles ate very little and very slowly, exuding elegance with every move, occasionally sipping his coffee.
Luna took a bite of king crab, glanced at Charles, and whispered to Eric, "Look at him! He eats so gracefully and we're really enjoying our food!"
As soon as Luna finished speaking, Charles, who was drinking tea, spat out a mouthful of hot tea. It all landed on the king crab in front of him.
Luna and Eric both commented that he was wasting the king crab, with one handing him a napkin, while Luna laughed the loudest.
Eric wanted to laugh but held it in, his face turning red.
"If you feel like laughing, go ahead and laugh!" Charles ordered, and Eric finally couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud.
Even Charles couldn't help but chuckle. Though the laughter was brief, he did indeed laugh.
Just then, Charles' phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, his expression subtly changed.