Shizuku Boat, Red Sleeve Square.

Chen Mu sat in the corner cubicle.

In front of him is a long long table of solid wood, full of various dishes, especially fish.

Chen Mu put a piece of white tender fish into his mouth, his teeth buckled lightly...it didn't bite.

With a little more force, a salty and slightly sweet taste attacked the taste buds.

"The taste is alright, but the softening of the meat is too poor, which affects the taste." Chen Mu shook his head in judgment.

Most of the animal meat is tough

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