Xiang Yun ate with great relish, so much so that she didn't even have the time to praise the chef's skill. This fish was truly delicious—better than anything she had ever tasted before.
In no time, she finished the fish. Only then did she lick the corner of her mouth and ask with lingering craving, "Which restaurant made this? What kind of fish is this? How could it taste so good?"
The man wiped the oil stains from the corner of her mouth with a soft smile and replied, "This is Phoenix Golden-Scaled Fish. It was roasted by the guard earlier for you. If you like it, let him roast you another one tomorrow."
"Phoenix… Golden-Scaled Fish…"
Xiang Yun's tongue stumbled over the words, and she stammered, "How could it be… Phoenix Golden-Scaled Fish? Isn't it incredibly rare? How could someone eat it? What a waste!"
