They didn't bring much seasoning, apart from the essential oil and salt, they also brought some chili powder.
Wen Shi threaded a grass carp weighing over a kilo, squatting at the upwind end to grill it.
His movements were leisurely, worried Yi Chichi might be eager, he softly said, "Let's not rush, grilling fish takes time to be perfect. Once it's ready, it's yours."
"...Okay!"
"Want it spicy?"
"Is it good if it's not spicy?"
"It's delicious, fresh."
Before Wen Shi could respond, the village clerk spoke up first, "You definitely shouldn't add chili, it spoils the freshness of the fish."
He then looked at Yi Chichi, "Girl, listen to me, uncle doesn't lie."
"Okay, uncle!"
Yi Chichi readily agreed, and Wen Shi wasn't particularly attached to the chili either.
Since his wife wanted non-spicy, then no chili it is.
So, in the end, the grilled fish Yi Chichi got only had oil and salt.
But the taste wasn't lacking at all.
