Seven rules for seafood masters. I went to the South China Sea at night to learn new things, and the delicacies on the table made me salivate. Deep-fried lobster lies in a pot, and steamed scallops sleep in a cauldron. A bottle of good wine will not make you drunk, and your face will be full of peach blossoms, so there is no need to pity you. Don't ask me how much this banquet will cost. You won't count two or three dollars for the fun. Qilu. Eating seafood, watching the rolling yellow sand set by the sun, patrolling the pass and stopping the horse to smoke. Listen to the wind and play with the sword to count the clouds, pick up dung and cook tea with seafood. Birds need the attention of gods and Buddhas, but tigers and wolves have no use for the pity of their daughters. The most annoying thing is that snow-capped mountains are bitter, and it’s easy to fall asleep by pillowing on the moon and stargazing.