Sizzle!
In the courtyard, wisps of white smoke rose, and droplets of oil splattered everywhere.
Tata started boiling oil in the pot, its claws shook the handle, gave it a flip, and with the fluid grace of drifting clouds and flowing water, turned the fish over, poured off the excess oil and moisture, returned it to the heat. A damp cloth swiftly wiped the pot, eliciting white steam, and into the gleaming iron pot, the fried fish was added, followed quickly by water, soft tofu, and soaked dried mushrooms...
On the dark red chopping board, Might lay prostrate, its pale golden wings trembling with excitement as it absorbed blood.
Five Treasure Fish— Fat Catfish, Round Head, Fist, Unable to Move, and Little Shen Dragon— each received a portion of innards fitting perfectly.
Long Eying peeled lotus seeds, their white and yellow spheres filling an entire porcelain dish to the brim.
