What Was Owner Bu’s Speciality?

The silken thick soup was pulled longer, crystal clear and exuding a boiling hot aroma as the mouthwatering sweet-sour scent assailed Nether King's nose. He licked his lips and closed his eyes in delight after putting the piece of fish into his mouth.

The sweet-sour scent exploded instantaneously, widening Nether King's eyes.

If Wen Renchou's pan-fried codfish could be akin to one surfing in the ocean, then Bu Fang's Westlake sweet-sour fish would be one relaxing in the comfort of a boat ride on a small lake. The two different dishes presented two totally different styles.

It was a mouthful of delicious soup but it was that one mouthful which whetted Nether King's appetite completely. That ineffable feeling was unique.