Hairtail was delicious even without seasoning. As a gourmet, Zhang Ming controlled the heat with the utmost precision.
Naturally, the monkeys also smelled the delicious aroma wafting far and wide, squeaking wildly with hunger.
The big monkey stuck its thumb into its mouth and sucked hard to satisfy its craving, drool pouring out.
As for the little monkey... it simply stuffed both hands into its mouth!
But how could sucking their fingers possibly satisfy their cravings?
Zhang Ming could not be bothered with what the two monkeys thought. He ate a piece of hairtail himself, nearly moved to tears.
The taste reminded him of his childhood, of the whole family gathered around the table for dinner. His favorite had been his mother's hairtail. He could eat two big bowls of rice in one sitting, then slap the table and shout, "I want more!"
Unfortunately, that seemed like a story from a very, very long time ago...
Zhang Ming shook his head, tossing that faint sadness out of his mind.
Little White, several beats behind everyone else, was still basking in its own emotions on the sun deck. Only after smelling the food did it realize it was mealtime, and it scurried over to enjoy the fish.
Stone Mama also rolled into the fish soup and began gurgling.
Even Brother Hao perked up a little and ate a few mouthfuls.
The monkeys finally could not stand it anymore. Beside themselves with impatience, they occasionally reached out to steal a few pieces of hairtail while Zhang Ming was not looking, only to accidentally touch the hot pan and leap about, howling from the burns.
Only then did Zhang Ming burst out laughing, stop teasing the two monkeys, and invite them over to eat.
The two monkeys were timid at first, but soon