Isabella became upset with the meal that cost twenty-five thousand dollars and protested, "Dad, what you ordered is too expensive, how can we afford it?" "Didn't he say he has money? Didn't he say he could give you happiness? What, he can't even afford this meal?" The father and daughter were arguing, while the father and son were silent, quietly sipping the wine and watching how I would pay for the meal. In response, I smiled and asked the waiter to call for the manager. The manager scurried in, and I said, "Listen, for a year when Mr. and Mrs. Morales come here to eat, this will be the minimum standard. Whatever they eat will be charged to my account. Set up a dining account here for me and I will deposit fifty thousand dollars into it when I pay for tonight's dinner. I will top it u