The crucian carp was freshly picked from the seafood market in the morning. The market owner had already helped to remove the insides, but the fish scales on it had not been cleaned. Zhang Liang was about to help scrape the scales when he was stopped by Xu Le.
"There's no need to scrape the scales. Let's boil some water."
Zhang Liang had many years of experience in cooking. When he heard that, he put his hands on his hips and said with a smile, "How can that do? The soul of crucian carp soup is to not have a fishy taste. As long as there's even the slightest fishy smell, that pot of soup will be ruined."
Xu Le nodded. "It's fine. Don't worry about it and do as I say. I guarantee that the soup won't have a fishy smell."
"Alright."
Zhang Liang was skeptical and boiled a pot of hot water.
