"Good, very good." He was feeling awkward, but seeing her taking the initiative to relieve the tension, he was delighted and quickly handed over the fish, and casually wiped it on the white sand to remove the fishy smell.
This action, rather than resembling a mighty cultivator, seemed more like that of an ordinary elderly man. He took a couple of swigs from his wine gourd and watched Ning Xiaoxian skillfully removed the black ink and entrails from the squid's belly, peeled off the outer purple layer, and then speared it with a twig to roast over the flame. As she flipped and roasted it, she also sprinkled some black, brown, white, and red powder on the squid. If the elderly man wasn't bold and skilled, he might not have dared to taste it.
