The dinner was truly lavish, containing everything that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, or swam in the water, appealing in appearance, aroma, and taste. Yueyao looked on with a growing appetite.
Xiang Wei was not satisfied, however, and remarked to Mingzhu, "Songjiang perch, Yellow River carp, Yangtze River reeve's shad, and Taihu silver fish are famous all over, but where are the silver fish? And the Yangcheng Lake hairy crab? How come none of these delicacies are here." She had been longing for them, but they were nowhere to be found.
Mingzhu never spoke politely to Xiang Wei: "You're not leaving today or tomorrow, are you? You won't be short of food, will you?" This woman, she didn't appreciate the effort that went into preparing such a table of dishes, yet she complained about the absence of delicacies? Truly, such good intentions were washed away.
