Diesel fish

Everyone went to the night market downstairs. It was already winter, and the place was much more deserted. It was late at night and not very lively, but most shops were still open, waiting for people to come out in the middle of the night to look for food.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Zheng Ren saw Yiren staring at the grilled fish in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren chuckled as he sat beside Xie Yiren, holding her hand naturally.

Every time he held her hand, Zheng Ren would feel invincible.

"This fish has a strange smell." Xie Yiren said, frowning.

Zheng Ren sniffed the air. There was indeed a faint smell of diesel.

"He looks normal." Chang Yue said as she pushed her glasses up.

She was confused by Xie Yiren's confusion, so she had no idea what she was talking about.

This was the difference between a foodie who could cook and a foodie who could not. They were born with shortcomings that could not be made up for.