Lin Heng looked at Jiaojiao with an indifferent glance, "It's already so fat, and you're still cooking for it?"
The tone was inscrutable, but seemed to have a bone-chilling ruthlessness.
Frightened, Jiaojiao threw the fish straight into the bucket and hid behind the stove to quietly tend the fire.
"I know it's fat, but what can I do when it keeps pestering me?"
Qin Yu walked to the bucket and bent down to touch the fish, but before she could, her wrist was grabbed and pulled out of the bucket.
It was Lin Heng.
He asked, "So it's fine if it pesters you?"
Qin Yu answered, "Depends on how it pesters."
Lin Heng remained noncommittal, extended his hand to catch the fish, and pulled out a knife.
Rinsing, thumping the head (PS: The fish head was completely smashed, the power of the Celestial Sect needs no explanation), scraping the scales, cutting open the belly...
The Housekeeper's brows twitched severely at the sight.
