The night deepened, and a few lonely stars were scattered across the sky, with gray clouds obscuring the shimmering crescent moon.
In the kitchen, blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the fish soup bubbled away with a gurgle.
Because of time constraints, tonight's fish ball soup would temporarily use fish broth.
As for the fish ball soup bought for tomorrow's food festival, he planned to use an old chicken to make a rich broth.
He glanced at the fish balls, which had been drained and looked like milky white spheres.
Even quite cute!
Also very fragrant!
He picked up a white fish ball with chopsticks, applying slight pressure with his hands.
As the pressure from the chopsticks increased, the fish ball slowly flattened.
But as the force relaxed, the fish ball "bounced" back in an instant.
It could be described as a perfect rebound!
