Once in the kitchen, I started getting busy, first slicing around the fish with a knife, then gripping the skin firmly and tearing it off.
"Hiss..."
It was like peeling off a very tightly glued tape, even the sound was very similar.
"Wow..."
That feeling made Wang Fan a bit hard to describe; it was as if he suddenly felt refreshed all over, proving that indeed none of the nicknames in this world were misplaced.
Once the whole fish skin was completely peeled off, he pinched the texture of the fish skin and thought it would be more than enough to make a wallet.
The captain watched as Wang Fan entered the kitchen, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "These rich kids are something else, not treating money as money. 200,000 to charter a boat, and right during peak fishing time, he actually went to the kitchen to cook?"
In all his years of running a fishing boat, he'd never seen such carefree people.
