"Did you make this crucian carp soup?"
Xu Le nodded. "Yes."
"Although I don't eat fish… I like the food you make. Give me one serving."
Many customers started ordering crucian carp soup on Xu Le's behalf. Soon, seven bowls of soup were sold in the first two tables.
The five-inch flat soup bowl was filled with a large bowl of steaming milk-white fish soup. After adding some ground corriander on top, it could be served.
The warm fish soup was stirred with a spoon, and a mellow fragrance immediately wafted out. The customer tentatively frowned and took a sip. The sweet and milky white crucian carp soup bounced on her taste buds, and she immediately beamed with delight. She held up the bowl and took a big gulp.
"Mmm! There's no fishy smell at all. It's so delicious!"
"How did you make this soup? It's as white as milk!"
