The electric blades spun rapidly, almost instantly turning the pink fish into a white paste.
Jiang Qiuqiu immediately pressed pause.
"Don't over-grind the meat. This is about right."
"Once it's ground, we'll pour the paste back into the bowl and start the next step."
Even though Juju's food was delicious, the sight of the fish paste being poured wasn't exactly pretty. It was all sticky and gooey.
Changbei hated this kind of gooey stuff the most.
He muttered, "Liking pickled vegetable fish is one thing, but I'll never understand why you like this fishy mush."
"Because fishy mush is still fish."
"Do you like fish that much? Were you a fish spirit in your past life?"
"No." Qiudao stared at the light-screen and said, "My past life was probably the same as this one. I was a cat spirit, which is why I love fish so much."
Qiudao's tone was so serious. Changbei felt like he had been completely captivated by the food.
You have to understand…
