Bai Qingqing's petite face fell. She picked up the oranges and looked at them. "Forget it, just try stewing with this."
There were also non-spicy variations of the sour and spicy pickled fish dish. Hopefully, the fish would taste good stewed with oranges.
Parker had absolute confidence in her ideas. He instantly took the oranges, washed them, and cut into slices, before stewing them with the fish.
Very quickly, a new aroma wafted from the stone pot.
This time though, the smell was a little odd. Amid the fragrance of the fish, there was also a pungent and sour smell, as though an essence irritating to the senses had been added to it. The light yellow-orange bits were scattered in the fish soup, making its creamy whiteness appear murky.
Parker hesitatingly picked up a small slice of fish, before blowing upon it and placing it into the bowl.
"Wanna give it a try?"
