The ocean wind had a stench to it as it blew toward the restaurant.
"Why? Is this place a den for dragons and tigers?"
Sun Mo ate a mouthful of the little dish. The taste was ordinary and extremely salty. It was so salty that it felt like he was eating dried fish.
"Go and make two more dishes!"
Ji Han instructed the boss and no longer tried to hint Sun Mo. He admired Sun Mo's talent and this was why he tried to persuade him. If Sun Mo didn't want to listen and wanted to court death, it didn't matter to him either.
"Throughout history, from ancient times until now, warlords held power over different places and these places were always full of chaos. Say, other than enjoying the sea breeze and eating salted fish, what other benefits are there in staying at this place?"
Sun Mo didn't understand.
Ji Han drank his wine and didn't reply.
