The atmosphere in the private dining room began to change the moment the first dish arrived.
"Steamed Yangtze River Knife Fish."
The server's clear voice rang out.
A foot-long knife fish lay on a white porcelain platter, its silvery body gleaming like a jewel beneath the lights.
There was little seasoning, only the simplest shredded ginger and scallion segments.
Yet the exquisite, savory fragrance seemed to come alive the instant the cover was lifted, slipping silently into everyone's nostrils and seizing their very souls!
These fish had only been stocked in the reservoir for a little over ten days and were not particularly large yet. But nourished by spirit spring water, their flesh had already become far more delicious than any wild variety could ever be!
Then came the next dishes.
"Deep-fried Qingjiang Silverfish."
"Slow-simmered nourishing softshell turtle."
"Wild mandarin fish in rich broth."
"Charcoal-grilled 𫚔 Fish."
One hearty dish after another, all featuring the reservoir's specialties, arrived at the table.
Each gave off an irresistible fragrance, primal and pure.
The aromas mingled into a rich, fragrant storm of flavor.
The lively conversation in the private dining room stopped abruptly.
Everyone stared fixedly at the delicacies on the table, swallowing involuntarily.
Inside the Listening to Rain Pavilion private dining room.
Song Qiuya and Zhang Ruoxi, two beauties who normally ate only salad for dinner to maintain their figures, had forgotten all about decorum. Their lovely eyes shone as they discreetly swallowed.
The two little food lovers, Qin Chuxia and Chen Qianqian, gazed pleadingly at Chen Lin, their longing so obvious they might as well have written "let's eat" across their faces.
Even Xia Yuwei, an elegant, wealthy woman who had seen every kind of delicacy and long since grown indifferent to premium ingredients, could no longer maintain her composure.