When a large, live fish weighing about seven or eight pounds was pinned directly to the table, Zou Feng knew he had scored a great meal.
"You're in for a treat today. This is a Dragon Beard Colored Scale Fish, caught just last night in the Jiayue River!"
Watching the Dragon Beard Colored Scale Fish still struggling violently despite being pinned to the table with a blade, Zou Feng realized they were probably going to eat it raw. Still, he couldn't help but say, "Shouldn't we just put it out of its misery..."
Bian Yixia shook her head. "No. This kind of fish must be eaten at its absolute freshest to maximize its nourishing effects."
"Any form of cooking would destroy the spiritual essence of its flesh."
"Even if we just killed it in the kitchen, sliced it, and brought it out, its spiritual essence would dissipate during that time."
After speaking, Bian Yixia stared at Zou Feng with great interest. "You actually feel pity for a fish?"
