The machine's blades, powered by electricity, spun rapidly, almost instantly turning the pink fish meat into a white paste.
Jiang Qiuqiu immediately pressed pause.
"Don't grind the meat too finely. This much is good enough."
"Once it's ready, we'll pour the paste back into the bowl and move on to the next step."
Even though Juju's cooking was delicious, the sight of the fish paste being poured wasn't exactly pretty. It was all sticky and gooey.
This was the exact kind of gooey stuff Changbei hated most.
He muttered, "Liking pickled fish is one thing, but I don't get why you like this minced fish stuff."
"Because minced fish is still fish."
"Do you really like fish that much?! Were you a fish spirit in your past life?"
"No." Qiudao stared at the light screen, his lips moving. "In my past life, I was probably the same as I am in this one—a cat spirit. That's why I like fish so much."
