Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3162 Two Bottles of Coke, Please

Declining the server's offer for a private room, Matthew led Sasha to a table by the window.

"Two orders of beef tartare, foie gras with black truffle, veal shank with Modena sauce, lobster with caviar salad... and if possible, two bottles of Coke, the three-dollar kind," Matthew said.

The server stood by, quickly noting down Matthew's order, and a smile appeared on her face when she heard the request for the three-dollar Coke. It wasn't a mocking smile but rather a reaction to the contrast between the high-end dishes and the surprisingly inexpensive soda.

"Certainly, sir. I'll send your order to the kitchen right away."

After the server left, she returned shortly with two wine glasses and two bottles of Coke, serving Matthew and Sasha with respect.

Soon after, dishes with exquisite presentation were brought one by one and placed in front of Matthew and Sasha.

Looking at the array of dishes, Sasha quietly said to Matthew, "There's so much food. What if we can't finish it?"

Matthew smiled and pointed to his stomach. "Don't worry. The presentation is exquisite, but it's not a lot. Besides, I'm quite hungry."

Throughout the meal, Sasha focused on eating while Matthew cut up everything for her as if feeding a piglet, placing everything onto Sasha's plate.

Nearby, a girl observed Matthew's tenderness toward Sasha and compared it to her boyfriend, who was preoccupied with his phone. Annoyed, she stomped her foot.

Her boyfriend noticed her reaction and put down his phone, subtly pointing at Matthew. "Look at that suit he's wearing. The last publicly known price for Stuart Hughes was 90 thousand dollars, and that watch he's wearing..."

At that, he sighed with envy. "That's the latest Patek Philippe, priced at 3.52 million. How can I possibly compare to a man dressed like that?"

He was just a minor trust-fund kid from Hulwin, not someone who could compete with a man whose clothes alone cost millions.

The girl was stunned by her boyfriend's words, finally realizing how wealthy Matthew actually was. Instantly, her gaze toward Sasha was filled with envy and resentment.

"Burp. I'm stuffed," Sasha said, reclining contentedly in her chair with a look of satisfaction on her face. Clearly, The Triple Crown had impressed her with its fresh and unique flavors and combinations.

Matthew picked up a folded napkin from the table and wiped Sasha's greasy lips before standing up. "Let's head to the next location."

At the door, Matthew handed a credit card to the waiter to settle the bill while he and Sasha waited quietly.

"Sir, your total is 7,825 dollars. Here is your card."

Matthew smiled slightly, taking the credit card and receipt. He planned to use the receipt to claim expenses from the Martial League's fund.

As they exited, Matthew's Aston Martin was already parked at the entrance. The valet respectfully handed him the keys, eyes gleaming with admiration. The roar of the engine filled the air as the sports car sped off like a beast into the distance. "Where are we going next, Matthew?" Sasha asked, now using two terms for him: "big jerk" or just his name.

Matthew tilted his head slightly, a mischievous smile on his face. "I'm taking you somewhere therapeutic."

With that, he handed his phone to Sasha, showing her the reviews.

'Perfect for couples,' it wrote, and Sasha's face flushed red. Who's a couple with this big jerk?