There are small red clay stoves in the four corners of the house, blue feather wood tables and chairs, a seven-fold screen with hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, and colorful glass beads hanging curtains. Although it is an inn, it has the warmth of home, and it deserves to be the first inn in Land City.

When we walked into the room, we happened to see Guihai. Yueming was holding a huge raw fish in his left hand and a sharp dagger in his right hand. He cut the fish into transparent thin slices with graceful gestures like painting, and the fish slices flew into him in an arc.

There is a barrel-shaped copper charcoal pot on the dining table in front of me. The charcoal fire is blazing, and the white soup is boiling in the pot. There are many plates of familiar and unfamiliar lettuce and raw meat next to it.

My eyes widened and I blurted out in surprise: "Hey, you can actually cook?"

Returning to the sea, Yueming turned her head and smiled when she heard the sound. Her smile was peaceful but seemed to be full of spring. Her eyes were clear but affectionate. When her eyes met, warmth suddenly rose in her heart.

He moved his red lips slightly and was about to speak, but Ling Zhou already grabbed the chance and grinned: "Of course it's true. Seeing is believing."

"Well, the head of the Guihai family cooks it himself. I really want to try it." I nodded, took off my cotton cloak, and went to the silver basin to clean my hands. I didn't bother to dry them. I shook my hands and walked quickly back to the table to sit down.

Next, prepare to feast. Even Xiaoliu, who was deeply prejudiced against Guihai and Yueming, became curious. After I washed my hands, I sat down and stared at it with big eyes.

At this time, Guihai Yueming had already finished filleting the fish, put away the dagger, washed his hands slowly, and sat down opposite me.

I waited for a long time, but when I saw that he made no move, I couldn't help but wonder: "Is this... is this the end?"

"It's done." He nodded, picked up a slotted spoon of fish fillets, put it in my bowl and said, "Sister-in-law, try it and see if it tastes good."

"Oh..." I was a little confused. I looked at the other lettuce and meat on the table and asked hesitantly: "What about these vegetables and meat..." It suddenly occurred to me that this is not about making hot pot, right? Because I heard Ling Zhou talk about returning to the sea.

Chef Yueming preconceptionally believed that the lettuce was ready to be cooked, and the way he sliced ​​fish fillets was as cool as the chefs on Earth TV, so he mistakenly thought that he would continue to wield the pot and knife in a cool way.

Keep doing it.
Chapter completed!