Yang Chen carried the hairy crabs, while Ye Xin brought the drunken shrimp.
"Here we go! The dishes are all ready, let's eat!" Yang Chen called out.
Hearing this, everyone stood up and moved to the dining table.
Yang Chen saw that the table was full of dishes, with no space left for the hairy crabs and drunken shrimp.
"Uncle Zhuo, you've prepared a full Han banquet! Why such a lavish treat?" Yang Chen said with a wry smile.
Elder Zhuo, puzzled, said, "Is it too much? I thought it was too little, and I just instructed the cook to prepare more dishes, but they didn't listen."
Yang Chen quickly said, "No need, no need, this is more than enough, totally enough!"
We couldn't finish any more even if we tried.
Elder Zhuo took a wine bottle full of historical charm from a nearby shelf and said, "Come, come, try this, it's a white wine I've treasured for over twenty years and never had the heart to drink!"
As soon as the wine bottle was opened, Yang Chen couldn't help but stand up.
