Xue Fanxin spent a lot of effort preparing a sumptuous dinner. At night, everyone gathered together to eat happily. Most of the dishes were made with Electric Water Eels, pickled fish, spicy fish, sweet and sour fish, roasted fish, and so on. It was almost an all-fish banquet.
Yet every fish dish had its own characteristics. The taste was also extraordinary. They were so delicious that people wanted to eat their tongues. They displayed their gluttonous nature and swept the table clean like a whirlwind. In the end, they almost ate the plates too.
"Burp… Little Xin'er, when did your culinary skills improve so much?" Xue Batian ate a lot and even snatched food from Little Lei. After eating his fill, he stroked his bloated stomach and asked in satisfaction. Although he had doubts, he believed in his precious granddaughter.
No matter what his granddaughter had become, she would always be his precious treasure. This was a fact that would never change.
