In the evening, we made snakehead soup. Even with its insides removed, the snakehead weighed half a pound.
The fresh, clear-braised snakehead, everyone got a bowl of soup and a few pieces of snakehead meat, the aroma was enticing; we haven't even started eating, and our mouths were already watering.
When Jiang Hu signaled for everyone to start without reservation, all that could be heard was the sound of sipping soup.
"So fragrant, this is the best snakehead I've ever eaten!"
Liu Ze, who has always been quite reserved, had his eyes lit up.
Jiang Yu nodded repeatedly, "Hmm, so delicious."
This wasn't the first time Jiang Yu had such delicious snakehead, yet the temptation was irresistible!
The only one more reserved was probably Xiao Mi.
She tasted it slowly, savoring each bite, not rushed.
Anyway, mother's already divvied up all the snakehead soup, there's none left in the pot, so there's no need to hurry, it's better to savor it slowly.
