"Delicious!"
"Really delicious!"
Humans ate salmon raw with soy sauce for that fresh taste, but the dragon clan had probably grown so sick of that freshness they could vomit.
So Lu Zheng still made this tuna into Squirrel Fish.
There were also braised, oil-braised, hot-and-sour, grilled, and pan-fried dishes.
Heavy salt, heavy spice, high heat, and plenty of oil.
The dragon sons, dragon daughters, and dragon grandchildren ate until their mouths shone with grease, praising the food without end.
Lu Zheng blinked, feeling that he could no longer look directly at this group of orthodox true dragons.
"Sho good!"
Ao Qian raised the orange juice in her hand, clinked glasses with a Little Dragon Girl beside her, then tipped her head back and drained it in one gulp.
All right, Lu Zheng blinked. Perhaps he had long since been unable to look at them directly.
"Lu, what fine cooking!"
Ao Kuo held a skewer of grilled fish in his left hand and a jug of Huadiao wine in his right. His cheeks were smeared with greasy scraps as he raised his hand toward Lu Zheng, then poured himself a mouthful.
Not far away, Yue Honghai had brought the two friends he had made over the past couple of days and was hiding off to one side, also feasting heartily.
Only General Xie and General Jing, ordered to accompany them and protect the many younger members of the dragon clan, remained at their posts with three hundred Water Soldiers, their expressions unchanged.
Well, apart from their wandering gazes and the occasional slurp at the corners of their mouths, there was nothing else.
With a wave of Lu Zheng's hand, a stream of water suddenly swept over from the sea. He reached into it and washed his hands clean of grease, whereupon