The imperial kitchen was filled with the smell of cooking oil, and dozens of chefs busied themselves with their tasks.
The eunuch mustered up his courage and took a step forward.
Xi Xizhi immediately became on guard, protecting the dead fish behind him.
"Fengyun mink, I'm sorry, but this fish is a matter of life and death for me; I must take it back." The eunuch reached out with both hands, trying to catch it.
Xi Xizhi would not just stand still, giving others such an opportunity. Holding the fish, he rolled a circle, dodging the hands.
A man and a mink started a chasing game. Little mink held the dead fish in its mouth, leaping over steaming baskets and jumping onto another stove on the other side.
The eunuch chased after the mink relentlessly. Every few steps the mink took, he followed closely, determined to get the dead fish back.