In the kitchen, Lin Feng took out a mandarin fish. He began by descaling it, then slicing open its belly to remove the innards. Next, he skinned the head, chopped it off, and used his knife to remove the bones along the fish's back. After these steps, Lin Feng laid the fish skin-side down and skillfully scored it in a crosshatch pattern. His movements were as smooth as flowing water.
Both Han Wen and Tang Xiufang were stunned as they watched. In less than five minutes, Lin Feng had finished prepping the Squirrel-style Mandarin Fish. Such skilled technique was something even seasoned restaurant chefs might struggle to match.
"Brother-in-law, your knife skills are out of this world!" Han Wen couldn't help but tease. "Did you graduate from New Oriental or something?"
Lin Feng just smiled and didn't reply. In truth, I'm a dropout from Yangcheng University, he wanted to say.
"Step back a bit, I'm going to fry the fish now!" Lin Feng called out to the two women.
