White clouds drifted leisurely across the sky.
The pale blue of the sky and the deep blue of the sea reflected each other interestingly.
On the edge of the cliff, a gentle breeze caressed Yan Tan's face as he sat on a stone stool, listening to the cries of the sea birds while eating slices of raw fish.
It seemed the fish had just been sliced, fresh and delicious, filling a large bowl set on a stone round table.
Next to the raw fish, there was a small bowl.
The bowl was full of fine salt, white as snowflakes.
With a mental command, Yan Tan lifted a slice of raw fish to float over to the salt bowl, dipped it thoroughly on both sides, then floated it to his mouth.
Yan Tan opened his mouth, swallowing the raw fish and after chewing continuously, his Adam's apple bobbed once before he swallowed it with one gulp.
"Ah..." He let out a sound of enjoyment, his voice and half-closed eyes expressing intense satisfaction.
