Bei Feng's heart was filled with anticipation towards the dish the old man was going to bring out.
Even so, the chopsticks in his hand did not stop at all. In a very short time, all the food on the table had been wiped clean.
Half an hour passed, and the old man finally reappeared with five dishes. They were all heavily lidded, and not a whiff of aroma was released.
"Please have a taste! This is my Five Extremes Blowfish! I'll give you a word of warning before you start eating. All the blowfish here are wild blowfish, and we have never tasted it beforehand too."
Fan Fang Ming whisked off the lid on one of the dishes and gestured dramatically towards the blowfish, urging him to dig in.
Bei Feng looked excitedly at the dishes of food in front of him. Each one seemed to be perfect in color, aroma, and taste, and his appetite was greatly whetted.