First Lady

As soon as he finished speaking, a few people wearing white chef uniforms, white tall hats, and Japanese-style wooden basins walked over.

Several people swiftly set up a shelf beside their seats, put a cutting board on it, and put the wooden basin on another iron shelf.

Fang Li took a careful look, and found that there were two live perch in the tub. When she looked away, the table in front of her had already been set with tableware.

Fang Li became more and more apprehensive. This posture was clearly intended to fillet the live fish on the spot.

After a while, the chefs all retreated, leaving only one middle-aged chef, who was not tall and had a serious face, bowed a standard ninety-degree bow towards Mingye, and said a word in Japanese. [

Ming Ye nodded slightly, indicating that he could start.

"Mrs. Lan is lucky today. This cook is best at making sashimi."

What Ming Ye said was very cryptic. In fact, his original intention was to say how this master is best at using a knife to remove slices of flimsy fish flesh from live fish.

Apparently Fang Li was not stupid either. After Ming Ye finished speaking, she trembled and her face turned paler.

The Japanese master has already caught a sea bass from the wooden basin, spread and hold the five fingers of his left hand, and hold the knife vertically downwards in his right hand, first lift off a layer of fish skin to reveal the raw fish meat, and then use the push knife method to cut the fish into pieces Down.

His knife skills are fast, but they can be seen clearly.

Fang Li watched helplessly, how the gleaming blade separated the fish fillets from the fish body, she seemed to be able to hear the screams of the fish, as well as the sound of the fish being cut,

Chu Qiao explained blankly at the side: "The most delicious and delicious way to eat sashimi is of course to take it from live fish. Madam, you see, this master's knife skills are excellent. Every piece of fish is delicious. The size and thickness are basically the same..."

Fang Li felt numb all over, and her face was pale and pale. The tail was on the cutting board with its mouth open, struggling non-stop. The tail slapped the cutting board, as if the knife had been cut on her body.

Fang Li's stomach kept rolling, and it seemed like something would come out of her throat at any moment.

But at this time, Ming Ye added fuel to the fire, pushing some of the fish slices cut off by the Japanese chef to Fang Li with bloodshot eyes.

"Mrs. Lan, please try it. Is the taste of this raw sea bass still delicious?"

End of the bird, end of the bird... The twelfth watch is finally over...