"For the New Year, we must have chicken to bring joy, and we need fish to ensure prosperity year after year, not to mention pork is a definite must-have..."
Feng Yu said earnestly to Lu Ban about the customs of the New Year, while deftly preparing the ingredients.
She deboned the whole chicken, scored the fish to remove bones, skinned and filleted, and turned cucumbers into something that resembled a straw raincoat. She was like the Food God from movies, making the ingredients Lu Ban bought look so clear and precise that one couldn't help but want to become the fish under her knife, experiencing the thrill of being cooked with ultimate culinary skills.
Lu Ban took a deep breath.
"I didn't expect you to be so domesticated, it's not obvious at all."
"There's a lot you haven't seen."
