Michael scratched his head. That spicy stir-fried oyster dish was really delicious during the day, but if Eric didn't let them eat it, he must have his reasons.
Besides, there were so many other delicious dishes waiting on the table.
Thinking this, he nodded at Eric, then extended his chopsticks to join the battle for the fish head with Max.
Ever since Eric had enlightened them to the delicacy of the fish head, fighting for the head first whenever there was a fish dish had become an unwritten rule.
The two of them brandished their chopsticks rapidly, looking less like they were eating and more like two martial arts masters competing.
In the end, the larger part of the tenderly stewed fish head still fell into Max's hands, but Michael also managed to grab a good amount.
The fish head was split open, revealing the translucent, rich brain inside.
After dividing the spoils, both of them tacitly picked up the best piece of meat for Eric at the same time.
"Clack."
