King Crab, abalone, large lobsters, a table full—it's truly a seafood feast.
Xia Jing was basically just watching Ye Qiu and Miranda eat. She had had her share of seafood feasts back home, so she found it odd that despite Ye Qiu's wealth, he seemed like someone who had never eaten seafood before.
Seeing these two with such hearty appetites, Xia Jing felt her own appetite improve quite a bit.
The three dined for about an hour, especially Miranda and Xia Jing, who ate very slowly.
Seafood is best enjoyed hot; once it cools down, it's not as tasty.
Ye Qiu, satisfied and full, sat there wiping his mouth with a napkin and noticed the old man in black traditional Chinese attire and his group getting up to leave, heading out of the restaurant.
While Miranda was still munching on a large lobster, despite being in Havana, it was rare for her to see lobsters that big.
She felt as though she had gained a few pounds from the wining and dining with Ye Qiu these past few days.
