After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

A phrase easily dissolved the slight awkwardness at the scene.

"No, no, of course not that," she said hastily, waving her hands, fearing her question might cause unnecessary misunderstandings for Su Yu.

Her heart was filled more with curiosity and delight for this novel way of cooking, as on the usually simple dining table, such elaborate dishes and rich pairings were truly rare.

There wasn’t a trace of discontent, only full appreciation for Su Yu’s culinary skills and creativity.

Su Yu understood Xie Qifen’s sentiments. Her remarks were just an attempt to amuse this simple and kind woman.

And those fish scales, under the baptism of boiling water, curled up tightly in an instant, as if heralding a wonderful transformation about to unfold on the taste buds.

Su Yu carefully lifted that strange object from the scalding hot water, gently placing it into clear, cool water, her movements delicate and skilled, as if handling a rare piece of art.

She meticulously rinsed off the small bubbles that formed on the surface, ensuring that every inch was crystal clear, without a single flaw.

Afterward, she gently placed the washed ingredients in a bamboo strainer, allowing the water to slowly filter through, leaving behind purity and anticipation.