"Actually, Laoer, you could try cooking something. How about I go catch a couple of fish for you?" The old man chuckled, offering his suggestion, seeing that the spices were right there on the stove, so easy to grab.
"Makes sense!" Fu Qing stood up. Missing lunch was torture he could no longer tolerate!
When it's intolerable, it needs no further tolerance!
He's going to challenge himself!
Soon, he presented a few pieces of blackened fish and a large indefinite mass of black, questioning life itself as he walked out, "Want to try some?"
The old man peeked over and shook his head repeatedly, "No, no..."
"I suspect that the ones they grilled and mine aren't even the same kind of fish," Fu Qing declared confidently. "Otherwise, in the same amount of time, I also added salt. Why is it that besides the initial aroma, there's no taste at all?"
He Wenyu did grill the fish with salt, that's true, but... He Wenyu had an extra ingredient, which was foil.
