So even though it's early winter, everyone can still dine in the courtyard.
Especially with a steaming hot Carp on the table, the atmosphere is just perfect.
Moreover, the owner is very business-savvy; beneath the large fish platter, there is another tray. In the space between them, several alcohol stoves are placed, with small flames constantly burning, ensuring that the fish stays warm, thanks to Hui Liang's careful planning, so that people can enjoy a warm fish feast in the countryside courtyard even in early winter.
Lin Yang raised the glass, which Wang Feng had already brought—the vintage homemade liquor. The Moutai glass swirled gently, with the slightly sticky, amber liquid shimmering in the firelight.
"Come on, cheers."
"Eat fish, cheers."
Everyone raised their glasses together, and after a drink, they felt warm inside.
Then came the moment to eat fish.
"Lin Yang, my brother, since you caught this fish, you should do the honors."
