The fat head fish struggled crazily in Meg's hands. Its head, which was made of iron, shook crazily as it tried to break free from Meg's hands.
However, Meg's hands were like iron pliers clamping it firmly. No matter how much it struggled, he picked up the black longsword, and with a swing of the sword, the fat head fish was already split into two from the middle.
"This knife technique." Rôme, who was originally a little conflicted about letting a chef use the weapon that he had forged to kill fish, had his eyes lit up. The clean and neat knife technique cut the third-grade big fish into two halves. The clean cut, the almost identical two halves of the fish, and the internal organs were evenly distributed on both sides without any damage.
Even the experts from various races who usually lined up outside the shop would not be able to do this if they were asked to do it.
After the internal organs were removed, the longsword was flipped, and the fine scales flew off. In the blink of an eye, the whole fish had already become a fish head that was evenly split into two halves on the plate.
Mag cut off a small section of the fish tail. Because this fat head fish's body was very short, and its meat was very succulent, there was still a section of meat left under the fish head. The utilization of the whole fish was very high.
"This is probably the fat head fish that was specially made for the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, right?" Meg looked at the small half of the fish tail in his hand. He used a bamboo stick to string it up, and then put it directly on the fire to roast. This was Ugly Duckling's dinner.
After removing the gills, he made a few cuts on the meat of the fish. Then, he added cooking wine, pepper, salt, and other condiments, rubbed it evenly, and put it aside to marinate.
He took out the marinated chilli and pickled ginger that he had bought directly from the system from his bag, and chopped them on the small chopping board that he had brought with him. Then, he poured a little cooking wine into a small plate for later use.
He sliced the ginger and chopped the green onions into sections, and laid them at the bottom of the big flat bowl. Then, he placed the marinated fish head on top and placed the bright red chopped chilli on the fish head.
There was a steamer on the fire, and the water in the steamer was drawn from the well not far away.
The fire soon boiled the pot. Meg put the plate with the fish into the steamer, covered the lid, and let the fish steam in the pot. Then, he just had to wait for it to be ready.
Rôme walked to the bonfire and looked at Meg in surprise.
He was never a person who knew how to cook for himself. He was used to drinking strong wine and eating a large piece of meat in the tavern to fill his stomach. He had never watched someone cook so seriously and closely.
Mag's cooking was different from the crude and simple way he had imagined. The way Mag focused on cooking was better than any of the outstanding blacksmiths he had seen before. Mag was calm and confident, and his movements were smooth and fluid.
His focused look made the people around him hold their breaths, afraid that they would disturb his wonderful performance.
Meg flipped the fishtail over and raised his head. He was surprised to see Rôme by the bonfire. He smiled and said, "Master Rôme, please wait a moment. It will take some time before the pot is ready."
"Yes." Rôme coughed softly to hide his awkwardness. He didn't think he would lose this bet. After all, it was up to him to decide if this dish suited his taste.
In the empty space in front of the forging workshop at the corner of the street, the old dwarf, the young chef, and the young half-elf gathered around the bonfire, waiting for the Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers to be ready.
Meanwhile, Ugly Duckling looked up at the fish tail and swallowed its saliva subconsciously. The aroma of the grilled fish had already started to spread. It was a smell that cats would be addicted to.
Meg picked up the bamboo skewer and spun it around to make sure the fish tail was done. He was ready to pluck it for Ugly Duckling.
"Father, let me taste it for Ugly Duckling first," Amy said as she came forward with an expression of offering her body for her beloved pet.
"Meow!" Ugly Duckling quickly shook its head at Meg.
A smile appeared on Meg's face. This little fellow was really gluttonous. She didn't even let go of Ugly Duckling's food. He looked at the small fish tail in his hand, broke off a small piece, and passed it to Amy. Then, he put the rest in front of Ugly Duckling.
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling meowed at Meg gratefully. It picked up the fish tail and dashed up the big tree at the side. It sat on the tree branch and ate its dinner.
Amy put the fish into her mouth and chewed. Her eyes lit up, and she said, "Although there's no salt, it's still delicious."
Then, she looked at Ugly Duckling, who was sitting on the tree branch.
As if it felt Amy's gaze, Ugly Duckling turned around slowly and faced her with its butt, pretending not to see her.
"Alright, that's Ugly Duckling's dinner. Let it eat. It wasn't easy on the road." Meg said with a smile. He took out a packet of rice noodles from his bag and put it aside as he looked at the steaming pot that was filled with white steam.
"You'll be fat to death." Amy glanced at Ugly Duckling, and also looked at the steaming pot.
After steaming for about 10 minutes, Meg took down the steaming pot and took out the fish head. He sprinkled some chopped green onions and drizzled a spoonful of soy sauce. He heated up the oil and poured it on top.
Sizzle —
A beautiful sound sounded. The hot chopped chilli spread all over the fish head. The oil droplets jumped, and the hidden delicious taste was ignited at this moment.
The fiery red chopped chilli covered the white and tender fish head meat, and the steaming aroma wafted over.
"Gulp." Rôme's throat moved, and a hint of surprise appeared on his wrinkled face under the light of the fire. There was a glimmer in his eyes.
What a wonderful aroma. Is this really the aroma of fish? The warm feeling is wafting over. It makes one want to avoid it, but they can't help but go forward. It's too amazing … Rôme looked at the Steamed Fish Head with Diced Hot Red Peppers in disbelief. His heart was already in turmoil.
His stomach started growling uncontrollably, and it made him blush.
The corners of Meg's mouth curled up slightly. Since his stomach was growling, everything would be easy. He set up the steaming pot over the fire again and changed it to a pot of clear water.
"Master Rôme, please sit here. There's only one fish to serve tonight." Meg picked up the fish head and walked to the simple table and chair that the elderly usually used to bask in the sun. He put down the fish head and invited him.
Amy had already jogged over and climbed onto the chair obediently.
Since I've already agreed to the bet, then I'll take a bite, Rôme thought to himself as he walked to the small table.
"Please try it." Meg passed a pair of chopsticks to Rôme.
Rôme took the chopsticks, glanced at Meg, and then picked up a piece of chopped chilli and put it into his mouth.
"No …" Meg wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
"Oh!!!"
Rôme's face suddenly turned red, and the sour and spicy taste exploded on the tip of his tongue. His entire tongue almost didn't belong to him anymore. The hot and spicy feeling spread from the tip of his tongue to all parts of his body. The surrounding chill suddenly disappeared, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Phew ~"
Rôme exhaled. After eating the chilli, he felt as if his entire body had been cleansed.
"You should be eating fish." Mag only managed to finish the rest of his sentence after that.
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