Jiang Wang's eye twitched, he couldn't help but inwardly complain, does anyone really know how to cook fish? Bringing up a live fish to trick ghosts?
"This fish isn't undercooked," the maid beside him seemed to understand the guest's thoughts and softly explained, "It's still moving, but that's just its extracted instinct, not its vitality."
With that, she picked up a small jade hammer and gently tapped the fish head—
The gold-tinted fish skin surprisingly peeled off entirely, sinking to the bottom of the soup, like a beauty softly discarding her dress.
Thus, fresh and tender white fish meat was exposed to everyone's view.
The fish skin had shed, yet this jade dragon still continued along its previous path, slowly swimming.
The maid used a jade ladle to scoop a small bowl of fish meat and placed it in front of Jiang Wang.
"Please, young master."
The other maids also served fish to the guests they attended to.
