From the piles of takeaway boxes in Shen Liliuo's Capital City house, it was clear that cooking was not something she was relied on for.
But Ye Feng didn't expect the invalid to do anything in the first place.
By the river, he gutted the bighead carp and cleaned its scales, then chipped off two chunks of ice to carry, and the two of them returned to the snow cottage.
Ye Feng skillfully took out a pot from the Medicine King Ring and set it up on the campfire. Once the pot was hot, he added some oil and tossed in the prepared body of the bighead carp.
This was pure wild fish from the rivers of White Mountain, delicious in taste, delicious in taste, and the bighead carp naturally didn't have much fishy smell, so it didn't need much seasoning—a piece of ginger and a handful of green onions were enough.
