Fu Shen continued on, not waiting for Yan Xiaohan to speak. “Is there pufferfish on the menu today, Brother Yan?”


    Taking in his utterly serious appearance that didn’t seem to be joking around, Yan Xiaohan just stared blankly. “No… that grade of toxin wouldn’t be at an imperial banquet.”


    “That’s odd. I just saw a big one, plump and seething, glaring at me from the top of the steps with his hands behind his back…”