What kind of strange operation is this!
This isn’t cleaning a fish; this is performing surgery on it! Ah Hua suddenly felt she couldn’t take a single bite of this fish soup.
"What? Do you think I didn’t clean it well enough? Should I have deboned the fish too?" Qin Xin asked in confusion.
Ah Hua swallowed hard: "..."
There’s even a technique for deboning fish??
Oh my, this delicate lady is just too amazing. I used to think she was just a sickly person and didn’t take her seriously. But now it seems that her household’s Miss Lu Lu has a strong competitor here.
Ah Hua didn’t say anything. Xiangxiang, holding back her laughter, spoke up: "Little Miss, this is great as it is. Don’t debone the fish, or the soup won’t have any nutrients left."
Qin Xin: "Oh, okay then. As long as you’re happy."
She didn’t mind at all.
Xiangxiang pressed her lips together, recalling how Qin Xin had gone barbequing with Ao Xinghao and the others, and when eating roasted fish, Qin Xin had volunteered to clean it even more thoroughly than today, without a single bone left.
And when Ao Xinghao and the others ate that "surgically treated" fish, the expressions on their faces were truly sothing to see.
Ever since then, no one dared ask Sister Xin to "dissect" any food again.
Because they’d feel like they weren’t eating food but a perfectly prepared specin!
Ah Hua put the fish into the pot, then went to the courtyard to pick so herbs and toss in so homade coarse salt.
Before long, the courtyard was filled with a delightful aroma.
Ah, finally a proper al that’s not mushroom stew or porridge with pickles.
Qin Xin held her bowl expectantly, having never looked forward to a al so much.
However, despite the craving, it’s important to show respect to one’s ntor.
"Master, it’s ti to eat!"
She called out.
The tightly closed window of the side room opened in response.
The sheer curtains danced as a gentle breeze swept from the room through the bamboo grove, while the man behind the veil gracefully stopped his hand movents, as if he had just finished a ditation exercise.
Two adorable little jade-like rabbits bounded out from the hem of his white robe.
Such a scene made Qin Xin pause for a second.
Truly beautiful.
No wonder Lan Qingxin doesn’t want to return to the city for school.
If she had such a handso ntor accompanying her, she wouldn’t want to go back either.
Watching Master Tuantuan’s every movent, Qin Xin felt the soup in her hands lose its flavor.
Yet Ah Hua insisted on asking her: "Is it good? Is it the kind of fish soup you wanted? This is the best river fish you can’t find outside..."
Qin Xin glanced down: "It’s okay, I’ve had better. The soup was completely milky white. Yours is too bland."
Ah Hua was exasperated: "I made it for nothing!"
The man behind the veil took a sip of the soup and slowly said: "Before making the soup, lightly pan-fry both sides, then add water."
Qin Xin: "Ah, so that’s the secret..."
No wonder Mr. Nalan’s fish soup was so delicious and beautiful.
Ah Hua was disheartened: "Shall I go catch a few more and make it again?"
The man calmly said: "No need. No point in wasting."
Qin Xin raised an eyebrow.
Hmph, there’s sothing familiar about this poised deanor.
But such a transcendent and elegant ancient-styled gentleman, she’s only ever t one like him in her whole life.
After eating and drinking her fill, Qin Xin lay on the soft couch outside Master Tuantuan’s window, cradling a rabbit in each arm, playing on her old mobile phone while the network lasted.
Upon seeing Hong Jingtian’s ssage, she rembered she had to leave Africa in a hurry because of an explosion and had flown directly on Mr. Nalan’s private plane, completely forgetting she still had one surgery left for the Red Society.
"Well, how about this, to make up for it, ask the gentleman if there’s anything else he needs fixed. Next ti, I’ll do a buy-one-get-one-free." Qin Xin generously offered.
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