Ming Beiya glanced at Mo Shisheng's actions but didn't ask any questions, letting her do as she pleased.
When one side was almost golden brown, Ming Beiya was about to reach out and flip it over when his other fair and delicate hand flipped the fish over even faster, with practiced ease.
After flipping it over, I brushed it with oil again, then sprinkled some cumin powder and chili powder on top, and finally added some sesame seeds.
These were all things that Ming Beiya had never seen before. He felt that Mo Shisheng seemed to be very familiar with them, and his movements seemed to be as if he had done them many times before. Although he was puzzled, he still did not ask.
After the aroma of grilling filled the air, Mo Shisheng finally took her gaze away from the grilled fish and looked at Ming Beiya, her eyes clear. "Smell it, doesn't it smell good?"
Whether it was the fish that smelled so good or Mo Shisheng's eyes that were so bright, for some inexplicable reason, Ming Beiya followed Mo Shisheng's advice and gently smelled the fragrance floating in the air.
He nodded in agreement but did not speak.
"Right? My skills in roasting wild game are top-notch. It seems you haven't tried it yet. Today, I'll show you what it means to have a truly worthwhile life!"
With Ming Beiya's affirmation, Mo Shisheng became even more confident and extremely smug.
Finally, after the fish was grilled, Mo Shisheng took out two exquisite plates from her storage ring, placed the fish on them, and then grabbed a handful of cilantro that she had planted in her storage ring. She quickly ran to the stream to wash it, then broke it into pieces and sprinkled it on the grilled fish.
He took out chopsticks and handed them to Ming Beiya along with the grilled fish, saying, "Try it quickly."
With this gesture and expression of presenting a treasure, Ming Beiya's smile deepened. He took the chopsticks and grilled fish from Mo Shisheng's hand and gently picked up a piece of fish skin and put it in his mouth.
Crispy, fragrant, and crunchy.
This was Ming Beiya's first impression when he put the grilled fish in his mouth: the spiciness spread across his tongue, stimulating his taste buds.
Ming Beiya can't eat spicy food, but this flavor is irresistible to him.
Watching Ming Beiya continue picking up his chopsticks, Mo Shisheng was still waiting for his evaluation.
However, after waiting for a while, Mo Shisheng noticed that Ming Beiya's eating of fish didn't stop at all. Mo Shisheng frowned slightly and pouted in dissatisfaction.
Although she was a little annoyed, her mood improved slightly when she thought that it was because she had grilled the fish that Ming Beiya was eating so happily.
Seeing Ming Beiya eating so happily, Mo Shisheng also lowered her head and started eating the grilled fish. Perhaps because she had someone to keep her company, Mo Shisheng also felt that the grilled fish tasted especially delicious today.
Or perhaps it's because the fish was caught by Ming Beiya.
When eating fish, one should not say much, lest one choke on the food; this is something Mo Shisheng has always known.
So while the two of them were eating fish, they both tacitly remained silent.
Suddenly, Ming Beiya stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed tightly, a sprig of cilantro between his chopsticks, his expression somewhat indescribable.
Seeing this, Mo Shisheng stopped what she was doing. Looking at Ming Beiya holding cilantro and his complicated expression, she asked softly, "What's wrong?"
What is this taste?
Ming Beiya's brows were still tightly furrowed, as if cilantro was something incomprehensible and its taste was unacceptable to him!
What does it taste like?
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng was also taken aback, suddenly realizing that not everyone could accept the taste of cilantro.
She thought for a moment, then said, "Try taking a bite."
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