The golden, crispy flesh of the fish easily parted with the chopsticks, and the texture transmitted through them clearly conveyed the crunchiness of the fish skin.
As the crispy layer was torn open, one could feel the tenderness of the fish flesh, with the fat streaming between the flesh and skin, the high heat coaxing out a fragrance that made the two hungry people eager to eat, as they started their meal with the sea breeze blowing.
After cutting off the head of the barracuda, Bi Fang continued to fry it. He took a bite of the fish body, and the freshness burst across his taste buds.
The sea barracuda didn't have as many bones as the river barracuda, so Bi Fang wasn't afraid of choking. He slurped down more than half of it, then licked his glossy, oily lips.
