This pan-fried autumn-born fish was the same; it tasted good, but there was nothing extraordinary about it, and it didn't seem to be of the standard of a signature dish.
She had just taken a bite, and Huangfuming's expression had already changed. With a "snap," he pressed his chopsticks onto the table and called to the clerk, "Come here!"
When a young master calls, the clerk naturally scurried over, bowing, "What can I do for you?"
"The taste of this dish is off!" Huangfuming pointed at the fish on the plate and said coldly, "It's completely different from what I tasted three years ago. Has Jinfu Building switched chefs and still dared to present this dish as a signature dish?"
His voice was not small, and upon hearing it, the other guests turned their heads around.
The clerk's face immediately turned green, and he bowed even lower, "Dear customer, could you lower your voice a bit?"
