The dishes were quickly served.
"Come on, eat up. Why are you all staring at me?" Sun Dasheng said, picking up his chopsticks and starting.
The other two only began after seeing him start.
"Hmm, this fish really is different from other places. It's very fresh," Sun Dasheng commented after taking a bite.
Fisherman's Courtyard. It seems this isn't just a gimmick; this place actually has some substance.
Zhao Gang smiled and said, "There's only one trick to delicious fish: the ingredients must be fresh. The fish here is sourced directly from various fisheries and airlifted over the same day. So what we're eating was caught just this afternoon."
"I see!" Sun Dasheng nodded as he ate, heaping praise on the fish.
Zhao Gang poured a glass of wine and was about to stand up for a toast when a sudden commotion erupted outside.
"What's going on? Da Yong, go take a look," Sun Dasheng frowned. Being disturbed during a meal was never pleasant.
