Seeing Shen Mianmian master the heat so well, the restaurant owner finally believed that this girl really knew how to cook. The way she cut the fish fillets was not at all inferior to his knife skills. He had truly found his lucky star this time.
"Crush the chili peppers and fry them in the pot to bring out the fragrance. Then put the fried fish cubes in to stir-fry and flavor them, add some water to simmer the fish until tender, and season with chicken essence, soy sauce, and chopped parsley before taking it out of the pot."
Shen Mianmian placed a plate of fish in front of Boss Jia, "Uncle Jia, the stir-fried fish is ready. Please, have a taste."
Boss Jia was also a man of fine taste. He took a clean bowl and chopsticks, picked up two pieces of fish into his bowl, took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up. Then, excited, he called his wife over and had her eat the other piece.
"How is it?"
"Delicious."
Boss Jia's wife's eyes were shining.
