The fish meat was tender and smooth, and the fragrance of the porridge filled the air.
Not long after, the bowl of porridge in Shen Yao's hand was empty.
"How does it taste?"
"It's delicious." Shen Yao nodded in satisfaction. "Your culinary skills are superb."
"Thank you for your praise." Ji Zhao accepted the praise and smiled happily.
Shen Yao ate two bowls of porridge in a row. In the end, he could not eat anymore and reluctantly put down his bowl and chopsticks.
"I heard from Brother Da Zhuang that the pond five miles away from Shanghe Village has dried up?" Zhao Lanhua looked at her man curiously as she cleared the dishes. "There are a lot of fish in that river, right?"
