Your Fish Isn't Authentic
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fragrant.
It was too fragrant.
This fragrance contained the elegance of red wine, the sweetness of fish, and the aroma of some unknown spice...
White, wispy clouds of steam curled up, filling the classroom with the tantalizing smell of He Jing's pan-fried sole. Under its influence, all who inhaled it became subjects to the kingly scent, causing countless souls to swallow their saliva, their stomachs aching with want.
It was not time to eat yet, but the mouth-watering aroma had whet the appetites of those present. It was as if they were gluttonous beasts lured over by their unfettered desires.
He Jing scooped the fragrant sole out of the pan. Everyone wanted a bite, their actions controlled by some primal instinct that demanded their stomachs be filled.
He Jing cut her sole into dozens of evenly sized portions. Only then did the class realize that He Jing had fried not one but six fish. No wonder she was so slow!