First on a small dish of salmon sashimi. Fresh and sweet, the sauce is a bit old Beijing hemp sauce, wrapped in the thorn body to increase the thickness of the taste; watching the brother with a bowl of hilly paella in his hand, his stomach screamed louder, but he still had to feed the camera first according to the rules. Afterwards, reluctantly scattered the seafood hill, mixed with crystal-smooth rice, and then drizzled with soy sauce. The rice was sprinkled with white sesame seeds, surrounded by warm rice, and released a soft sesame aroma. Every seafood is so fresh that I restrained my urge to swallow and ate it with great restraint. I finally left a mouthful of rice and a little fish raw, and handed it to my brother to pour a spoonful of soul: hot salmon soup. The hot soup immediately burned the fish to change color, and the rice was washed away, becoming a bowl of soup filled with soup. Despite the hot, the delicious soup was swept away with the fish and rice after one bite. After eating the last bite, I was still thinking about the next bite. Unfortunately, the bowl was cleaner than the face.