The kitchen that was originally clean and tidy was now a complete mess.
A pool of water on the ground was easy to slip on, and various ingredients were scattered all over the place, with some even dropped on the floor. The live fish hadn't been dealt with yet, stubbornly glaring with wide eyes, its tail sweeping forcefully. Xi Nanfeng's face twisted as he gripped the live fish, his hand trembling as he held the kitchen knife, unable to start.
"Brother Nanfeng, why don't we leave the fish for now?" Qin Sixue, standing nearby, suggested nervously.
Xi Nanfeng glared at the fish a few more times, then suddenly let out a sigh, setting down the knife in defeat, "Damn, killing a fish is just too hard!"
Indeed, he was more suited to lounging on a yacht, enjoying the sun and eating sashimi; cooking just wasn't his forte!
Mo Qian furrowed his brow slightly, paused for a few seconds, and then walked over to the two in the kitchen.
