The kitchen isn't too far from the dining room, so Wang Fan could hear some of the sounds coming from there.
In the past, the harmonious environment of the dining room would have made him terribly envious, but now he only smiled faintly, without any feelings of envy.
He just missed his second uncle and his foodie girlfriend a bit, even though they had only parted ways not long ago.
He shook his head and, with a deft hand, picked up the mandarin fish that had been prepared with its cuts and powder, suspending it above the oil pan.
With a hand gripping the neck and the tail of the fish, as for why he didn't grab the mouth, it was naturally because the fish was already bewildered.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."
The moment the mandarin fish went into the oil pan, golden fine bubbles continuously surged along the edges of the fish, and a strong aroma of wheat and fish followed.
