Jiang Ming leisurely ate the delicate food before him.
He then spoke softly, "The fish is old, this Seven-star Pork Elbow should be from the foreleg of a Bright Night Beast, preferably a three-and-a-half-year-old…"
It drew quite a bit of attention.
This inn was quite famous in this area, and no one dared to pick it apart like this.
Soon, diners started clamoring, and the innkeeper came out to confront Jiang Ming, "What did the guest say…"
But after a third of what he said, the innkeeper and the eleven chefs were all convinced and began taking notes fervently on what Jiang Ming said.
The surrounding diners also gazed at him with admiration.
To have such a profound understanding of the culinary arts, this person must be a seasoned gourmet.
Jiang Ming left and turned to walk into the alley.
The depths of the alley were shadowy and dark, and a somewhat delicate young nobleman walked in alone.
At the entrance, a few figures exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
