Looking at the top of the old man's head: [...]
Fu Yu chose to take a look.
The next second, a simple sketch appeared.
On the drawing was a round plate with a few fish on it.
The fish had plump bodies, big heads, bulging eyes, and mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth, looking quite ugly.
Fu Yu almost recognized it at a glance, wasn't this Old Man Fish!
Looking closer at the Old Man Fish on the plate.
The well-stewed fish meat lay in a thick sauce, sprinkled with red pepper pieces and chopped cilantro.
This dish was clearly braised Old Man Fish!
So the old man was craving this?
Fu Yu suddenly realized.
The middle-aged woman had just finished her phone call.
Fu Yu couldn't directly see the old man's thoughts and had to use a roundabout way to say: "I think what your father wants to eat might be our restaurant's specialty dish, braised Old Man Fish, this dish..."
Upon hearing Fu Yu's words, the middle-aged woman frowned all of a sudden.
