Huishui River, icy and snowy, inside the tent.
Tongtong indeed didn't look for gloves anymore, because Chen Siyu didn't want Jiang Ning to wear them.
Bai Yuxia also didn't voice any opinions, but truly, she liked the unobstructed feeling too.
Jiang Ning sprinkled salt on the fish meat, placing it bare-handed into a glass bowl, casually kneading the tender fish meat to make it elastic.
Bai Yuxia quietly admired him, those hands fulfilled all her poetic fantasies.
Chen Siyu thought secretly: 'Oh no, one step too late!'
She should have told Jiang Ning earlier that his hands had some minor flaws and then proactively compared hands with him.
After kneading the fish meat for a while, Jiang Ning instructed Tongtong to mix the starch and egg whites well, pour them into the glass bowl, and continued blending.
Xue Yuantong was responsible for the soup base: "I tell you, the soup made with fish bones is tastier than chicken soup or pork bone soup!"
