Xiaoyu pouted, as if she had seen through You Su's pseudonym at a glance.
But she actually understood that he was just a passing fish buyer, and there was no need to be honest about his real name.
"Then I'll call you Mr. Xu."
Xiaoyu smiled sweetly. The term 'Mr.' made her feel like one of those elegant ladies from a bustling city.
You Su smiled in return, "Miss Xiaoyu, you can call me whatever you like."
"Just calling me Xiaoyu is fine, no need to add 'Miss'. Mr. Xu, having come from afar, my grandfather's skills surely won't disappoint you."
At that moment, the old man had already brought up a steaming pot of fresh white fish soup, garnished with tofu, thin bamboo shoots, and scallions, with tender noodles placed beneath the fish.
You Su had flown for four days to reach the edge of Jade Ring Pool, surviving only on dry rations and Immortal Fruit. The fragrant aroma of this fish soup immediately whetted his appetite.
