"Beating the deer with a stick, scooping fish with a ladle, wild pheasants fly straight into the pot!"
"Back then, when you drew water with a bucket, you could catch fish, and the most you'd get was the bullhead!"
Hearing that the father and daughter returned and ordered the braised bullhead, Zhao Meng felt nostalgic.
"Actually, bullhead is the tastiest! It's truly a wild fish!"
Zhao Meng's master was a traveling chef who had seen and experienced much, traversing south and north.
From what he saw and heard, Zhao Meng understood the customs and traditions of different places to some extent.
When mentioning bullhead, he couldn't help but say a few more words.
"I remember my master saying that in the '70s, he was walking next to a remote pool in Mi Mountain, and he was startled!"
