"Your mom is right," Hua Xiaomai smiled with pursed lips as she carried the fish into the kitchen and brought over a basin, "You're getting married next year, and I wouldn't dare delay your time. Let's start now. First, do as I told you yesterday: clean the fish, removing every bit of the black membrane inside. Got it?"
Luo Yuejiao crisply agreed, sat down on the small stool, and immediately began working. Hua Xiaomai, worried Yuejiao might hurt herself, inevitably helped out, and it was not until they had properly handled the fish that she boiled a pot of water and instructed Yuejiao to throw the fish in.
"See, I've told you several times you need to remember, don't just treat it like I'm singing a song, okay?" Hua Xiaomai half-jokingly glanced at Luo Yuejiao, "You just need to blanch the fish until it's barely cooked and then immediately scoop it out. Don't let it overcook, or the fish will be too mushy to use for making soup, and it won't be fit to eat."
