Upon hearing what Qin Chu said, Huo Mian was indeed hungry, and her stomach growled.
Huo Mian followed Qin Chu into the simple room constructed with boards.
As expected, there were already two dishes on the wooden table.
There was a big pot of fish and a vegetable dish.
Then, Auntie Wang brought over two bowls of fragrant rice.
"Little President Qin, the fish just came out of the pot. It's very hot. You and your friend have to be careful."
"Okay."
Qin Chu nodded and sat down across from Huo Mian.
"This fish can only be eaten here. It's Auntie Wang's specialty," Qin Chu said as he picked up a large piece of white fish and placed it in Huo Mian's bowl.
Upon hearing Qin Chu's praise, Auntie Wang smiled. "My ancestors were chefs for high-ranking officials in the Qing Dynasty. The high-ranking officials loved to eat fish, so my ancestors changed their methods of cooking fish. Our Wang family knows 107 ways to cook fish alone."
