"You guys are really enjoying yourselves, sneaking away to hang out here! Once the fish is processed, I'll get cooking. Just wait, the home-cooked dishes will be ready soon!"
It indeed didn't take long, under half an hour, and eight dishes along with a soup were done.
But to Zhang Yang's surprise, Old Zhao hosted more than just Zhang Yang's group. Lang Junfeng's group came in a pack of six and were also on Old Zhao's guest list.
Though handled well, with the two groups unable to fit at one table, the owner arranged two tables: one in the room and one in the woods, ensuring no interference.
Very soon, Meng Xiangqiu came over with the last big pot of ribs, wearing an apron.
"The final dish is up, let's start! I'm going to grab the drinks!"
A whole pack of ordinary Snow Beer was brought over; everyone used their chopsticks to pry them open, quickly creating a bit of a lively atmosphere of a drinking party.
