Ever since entering the restaurant, Qin Yuesheng acted as if he had forgotten about Dashan Zhuteng entirely. His gaze was fixed solely on that narrow-eyed man, who pulled a five-foot-long live fish from a tank and, with precise, elegant movements, began slicing the fish continuously with his knife.
To give credit where it's due, this man's skill in filleting fish was truly superb. In just a few breaths' time, he had transformed part of the fish into thin, flat slices of sashimi, arranged them on a plate, and presented it before Qin Yuesheng.
"Guest, please try it." The narrow-eyed man placed a pair of chopsticks on the plate and spoke.
"Mm." Qin Yuesheng picked up a slice and put it in his mouth, slowly chewing.
