Tang Zhen didn't pay attention to the others. Instead, he walked to the side of the lit fire and placed the river fish that had been cut and washed on the stone.
The small knife cut across the fish's body, and pieces of fish meat were shaved off. Soon, only a spikless fish head and bones were left.
The whole process was smooth and natural, as if he had practiced it countless times. It was like this when he killed fish, and it was the same when he killed people.
Not long after, the fish meat and bones were separated and placed on the large grass.
Tang Zhen put the fish bones and tender water grass into the pot, along with a few plants picked by the roadside, and added a few pieces of wood to the fire.
The flame grew stronger and stronger, licking the bottom of the pot. A trace of steam floated out of the pot.