Water splashed all over her face.
She reached out to wipe the water off her face, staring incredulously at the fish swimming merrily in the sink.
This can't be real; how can it be so slippery?
She turned her head, ready to call Ye Xinluo for help, but seeing that she was seriously preparing ingredients, she decided not to say anything.
She refused to believe she couldn't handle one fish.
She reached out to grab it again, this time putting in a bit more effort.
The fish was caught in her hand, and she carefully lifted it, smiling slyly.
However, the next second, the fish wiggled its tail a few times and easily escaped.
Lan Shan saw clearly as the fish flopped onto the counter, then fell to the ground.
"Xinluo, Xinluo."
Ye Xinluo had just taken the ribs out of the pot when she heard Lan Shan calling, quickly turning off the stove to see what happened.
She saw Lan Shan standing there, with a fish happily flopping on the floor.
Her eye twitched intensely.
