Silver Spear Snowfish's flesh was exquisite and melted as soon as it hit the tongue. The soup was as white as snow, seemingly like cow's milk.
And simmered with a unique wild seaweed from the Beihai region, it was enough to make you want to swallow your own tongue.
"Putting aside the character of these privileged young masters, they certainly know their delicacies; they always find the tastiest things on New Star," Tang Fei praised while sipping on the snowfish porridge.
Sheng Xinhua held a wine glass filled with white wine. She had only had a few sips of the porridge, but the wine bottle was already more than half empty.
Wine is the essence of grain, the more you drink, the more spirited you become.
For Sheng Xinhua, she could go three days without food but not a day without alcohol.
After hearing Tang Fei's words, Sheng Xinhua scoffed and joked, "What? Just because someone invites Xiu Xue to sip porridge, that makes them of poor character?"
