Seeing Fang Hao still with the cleaver banging on the head of the crucian carp, Wu Bin simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.
"Director Fang, this fish... must we eat it today?"
"Or how about we switch to another dish, or maybe someone else can cook this dish."
Upon hearing Wu Bin say this, Fang Hao immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Wu Bin, I haven't cooked in such a long time that my skills are a bit rusty."
Wu Bin was utterly speechless inside.
Is this what you call rusty?
You've never actually killed a fish before, have you!
"Brother, let me do it," Han Jiaoyan said.
At that moment, Fang Ru walked over, took the crucian carp from Fang Hao's hands, and slammed it on the floor with a sharp snap.
The crucian carp that was just gasping a moment ago dropped dead on the spot.
Suddenly, it got quiet around Wu Bin's ears.
Wu Bin heaved a sigh of relief.
Finally, the fish issue was resolved.
