NOVPUBSeeing 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.
Wu Bin had thought the hen was chatty enough before, but he hadn’t expected this fish to be even more of a talker.
With Fang Ru dealing with the chicken and the fish, Fang Hao just had to wear his apron and focus on getting ready to cook.
The group sat at the dining table, waiting to eat.
The kitchen door was closed, so they had no clear idea of what was actually going on inside.
But judging from Fang Hao’s method of slaughtering the chicken and shark, they didn’t hold out much hope for today’s meal.
As long as it wasn’t fatal to eat it, they would consider it a favor to Fang Hao.
After all, he was the sponsor, giving a sponsorship fee of 250,000, so what’s the big deal about joining him for a meal?
The kitchen door was frosted glass.
Therefore, the group sitting outside could actually try to guess Fang Hao’s operations in the kitchen by looking through the translucent shadows.
Just when Wu Bin thought sitting around was getting a bit boring, there was suddenly a loud boom from the kitchen.
Then a flash of fire lit up, and the area behind the frosted glass was instantly engulfed in flames.
However, the fire came fast and left just as quickly.
Before they could react, the fire had vanished.
Viewers in the live stream were amazed by the spectacle.
"Frying a dish is like a kitchen explosion, quite scary."
"That’s where you show your ignorance, right? Real skilled chefs, when they stir-fry, they toss the pan, and flames are a must! So it’s not that Fang Hao’s cooking skills are poor, it’s precisely because he’s good that this happens."
"It’s special effects, Director Fang has added special effects to these dishes!"
"A driver who doesn’t want to be a chef is not a good zoo director."
The viewers were passionately discussing in the live stream, while Wu Bin and the others were sitting in the dining room, feeling extremely uneasy.
Han Jiaoyan said quietly, "Isn’t the kitchen a bit too dramatic, should we just run away?"
Han Jiaoyan was clever and mischievous.
She was indeed a foodie, but when it came to disastrous cooking, she absolutely couldn’t stand it.
Especially since there was crucian carp involved.
If the chef’s skills are lacking, the fishy smell of crucian carp might not be eliminated, and the scales might not be thoroughly cleaned.
Just thinking about that made Han Jiaoyan shudder.
Wu Bin was the most composed.
After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Let’s not rush, let’s see what the dishes look like when they’re served. If the presentation is alright, we can try tasting them."
"It’s just a meal, no one is going to force you to eat..."
Wu Bin had barely finished speaking when the kitchen door opened.
Fang Ru carried a large plate of homemade fish to the table.
"Is this... homemade fish?"
Everyone was astonished by the dish.
"Isn’t this sweet and sour fish?!"
Han Jiaoyan and the other two women had already taken out their phones to take pictures as a keepsake.
Wu Bin even felt that Fang Hao did it on purpose.
Could it be that he had some misunderstanding about homemade fish?
You have to know that sweet and sour fish requires not only a strict demand for sauce but also precision in knife skills and frying temperature.
Let’s just say that among a hundred chefs who attempt to prepare sweet and sour fish, maybe only one can do it right.
Seeing Wu Bin’s surprise, Fang Ru covered her mouth and giggled, "This is our family’s everyday dish."
"Did you see the earthen jar in our front yard?"
"We bought it specifically for that purpose. You see, my brother has a friend who is really into fishing, and he’s quite skilled at it. So, often he brings us the extra fish he catches to raise, and over time, my brother has honed his fish cooking skills."
Is that even possible?
Just because you have a friend who loves fishing, your family achieved the freedom to eat fish whenever, how absurd is that!
Before Wu Bin could regain his composure, Fang Ru brought out a large pot of hen soup from the kitchen and placed it on the table.
Chicken soup doesn’t call for fancy plating or knife skills.
Hen soup might look simple, but extracting the delicious flavor from a hen isn’t easy.
However, when the pot of hen soup was served, its rich aroma instantly filled Wu Bin’s nostrils, making him feel refreshed and invigorated.
"Holy smokes, this is nourishing! Were all these dishes truly made by Director Fang alone?"
Wu Bin found it hard to believe.
After all, Director Fang had seemed so amateurish when killing the fish and the chicken earlier.
To Wu Bin’s surprise, Fang Ru nodded earnestly and said, "Have you seen the chicken coop in our front yard?"
Wu Bin quickly interrupted, "Don’t tell me you’re about to say that your brother has another friend who likes raising chicks, and since he has nothing better to do, he always comes over to your place with hens from god knows where and throws them directly into the coop?"
Fang Ru looked at Wu Bin with astonishment.
"Wu Bin, how did you know that? Have you been investigating us on the sly?"
I’d investigate nothing!
Your household is just ridiculously weird, okay!
Whatever your friend can’t finish eating, he just dumps at your place for feeding—what is your home, a zoo?
Isn’t this getting a bit too into your line of work!
"Here comes the last dish."
Fang Hao carried the final dish to the dining table.
As Fang Hao sat down and untied his apron, he said to Wu Bin, "Don’t just stand there, everyone; start eating. If it’s not enough, I can go fry a couple more dishes."
The three women had already been drooling over the sweet and sour fish.
Now, hearing that Fang Hao said they could start, the three women didn’t hold back and coordinated their efforts to dig into the sweet and sour fish.
Wu Bin also picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.
His eyes widened instantly.
Looking on anxiously, Fang Hao asked, "Wu Bin, how do you find the fish? Is it to your taste?"
Wu Bin hastily took a mouthful of rice and began to chew slowly and thoughtfully.
This action of Wu Bin made the netizens frantic.
"Say something, will you just say something!"
"How come you’re just eating away?"
