"Dammit. If anybody praises me like that again in future, I will be pissed off." Liu Tong drank another mouthful of fish soup angrily.
"It's extremely fresh and delicious. The purple perilla is really used perfectly." Zhou Shijie squinted his eyes and said while enjoying the delicacy blissfully.
"Indeed. The purple perilla removes the earthy smell of the freshwater fish and the intrinsic offensive smell of the fishes while the rice crust absorbs it and turns it into the scorched aroma. The delicate fragrance comes from the lingering taste of the stewed purple perilla. They are really a perfect match." Chu Xiao drank up the fish soup in the bowl and said quite seriously.
"Exactly. I thought that purple perilla couldn't be eaten anymore after they were stewed, but who knows it could be so tasty. And it's surprisingly so soft. Along with the crisp rice crust and the fresh fish meat, I get three different tastes from a single fish soup." Zhou Shijie smiled earnestly, too.
