The broth cubes placed inside the fish's belly had already solidified in the refrigerator.
What Zhao Gushen just tasted was the broth meant to be poured over the fish.
Zhao Gushen went to change his clothes first.
Ye Fei placed the broth cubes inside the fish's belly, tied the incision near the fish's belly with a string, and then put it in the pot to fry until golden.
She served it onto a plate and finally poured the stewed thick chicken broth over it.
Brought to the table, Zhao Gushen sat down with Xiao Mo.
"It's so fresh!" Xiao Mo's mouth was almost watering, "Dad, Xiao Fei, can I try a sip of the broth?"
"Go ahead and taste it," Ye Fei said with a smile.
Xiao Mo took a spoon and scooped a small spoonful of broth.
The broth trickled over the fish and into the plate, accumulating shallowly at the bottom.
The broth was a light tea color, faint and clear enough to see through.
