He scraped off the fish scales, removed the innards, and placed the fish over the fire. The aroma of the grilling fish gradually turned milky white, then slowly changed to a pale golden color. After the fresh fish was cooked, Fu Huaichu unexpectedly pulled out a small bottle of salt from a pile of items behind him.
Su Zhiruan was surprised, "Did you bring salt with you when you left home?"
Bringing salt when leaving home seemed a bit odd.
"It's not mine, it was left in the carriage by the coachman." Fu Huaichu naturally wouldn't carry salt with him; he sprinkled some on the fish.
Su Zhiruan instantly understood; it was normal for a coachman, who needed to exert force in his job, to carry some essentials.
