Riven and Mike both looked at him curiously.
Lin Yu'an was using a spoon with extreme patience to meticulously scrape the remaining bright red fish meat from the spine and ribs, quickly gathering a full bowl in a large bowl.
"The texture of the mackerel is so good; it would be a pity not to make fish balls out of it. For lunch's hot pot, we can add a dish of hand-made fish balls."
"Hand-made fish balls?" Riven's eyes instantly lit up.
Mike also laughed, "Lin, your spirit of making the most of everything is just like an old sailor!"
Lin Yu'an smiled, placing the bowl of fish meat in the refrigerator for chilling. Mike picked up the already cleaned fish head and bones, heading to the stern.
"Alright, now these are the parts that should really be taxed." He tossed the fish bones into the sea, and those remnants rolled a few times on the dark blue sea surface before quickly sinking out of sight.
