Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"Sashimi?"

Lin Ran blinked her big eyes, momentarily stunned.

"What is this?"

When she asked that question, everyone else looked over, their eyes filled with confusion.

Gao Yang scooped a red-eyed fish out of the water tank, explaining as he cut open its belly.

"Raw fish, also known as fish fillet, can be traced back to ancient times. People used to cut fish open and eat it directly. It gradually took shape during the Western Zhou Dynasty and became a delicacy exclusively for royalty and nobility. It has been sought after for thousands of years and has never been interrupted."

"This practice was probably introduced to Japan around the Tang Dynasty, so we are their ancestors."

"But nowadays, fewer and fewer people know about raw fish, and it is still popular only in the Lingnan region."

Gao Yang's movements were extremely swift; in just a few strokes, he shaved off the internal organs and tore off the skin of a fresh red-eyed fish.

"Holy crap, Gao Yang, you can do this too?"

Nangong Lian leaned closer, rubbing his chin with an incredulous look on his face.

The main reason was that Gao Yang processed the fish too quickly, completing all the actions in one go. The fish was just swimming in the water, and now its head and tail were removed, leaving only an empty body without even a trace of extra fascia.

Nangong Hong also stepped forward, her eyes fixed intently on Gao Yang's movements, her gaze full of admiration.

"Is this how people from Lingnan prepare raw fish? Scaling, gutting, and skinning—you probably need years of experience to do that."

Nangong Hong understood that as a freshwater fish, if the red-eye fish was not handled properly, the fishy smell would spread into the flesh, making the whole fish inedible.

As soon as he said this, several experienced masters came over and fell silent as they watched Gao Yang's technique.

They too had climbed up from the chopping board, so they naturally understood the skill of Gao Yang's techniques.

Gao Yang didn't say anything more, and found a napkin to wipe the water off the surface of the fish.

"Sizzle sizzle".

The kitchen knife slid along the texture of the fish, making a crisp and clean sound.

The gleaming silver blade flashed and swiftly, without the slightest hesitation, as if it were not processing fish or meat, but a rare treasure.

Gao Yang's gaze was extremely focused.

If we use building a house as an analogy for making sashimi, the previous steps are like laying the foundation, and now we're building the framework.

The final product of a fish depends entirely on this step.

Gao Yang's jaw was taut, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his strength was just right, leaving neither a single bone nor any pitted pieces of flesh.

The fish belly is as translucent as a pink diamond, with a faint luster.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the kitchen knife slowly slid into the corner of the fish belly, each cut precise in angle and depth, like painting, accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of the knife on the cutting board.

Fish pieces scattered and piled up like flowers, pink and tender, no longer resembling their original form.

"Wait, wait, Gao Yang, are you sure this sashimi will taste good? Won't it be bland?"

Nangong Lian couldn't help but swallow hard as he watched Gao Yang's technique.

This sashimi looks incredibly tempting, but I wonder how it tastes.

Gao Yang smiled faintly: "Don't rush, there are still some crucial things we haven't brought out yet."

…………

Meanwhile, in the front hall.

"Mr. Fujita Daishu, what should we do if Gao Yang really manages to make delicious sashimi?"

One of the Xiao family members looked worriedly at the small notebook that had just emerged.

"Baka! Xiao Si, do you really think a Chinese person like him can make sashimi that tastes better than ours?"

Fujita Daiichi slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang," drawing the attention of everyone around him.

"Let me tell you, the best sashimi in the world can only be found in my great Japanese Empire. Anything else is garbage."

"Only my great Japanese empire has such a wonderful ocean, capable of nurturing such excellent fish. Are you questioning us?"

The Xiao family member named Xiao Si could only wave his hand and sneer from the sidelines.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujita, I was so stupid. If I have the chance, I'll try your sashimi and broaden my horizons."

He kept bowing and apologizing, but a hint of resentment flashed deep in his eyes.

He was originally a member of the Xiao family. Although he was not a key figure, he lived a fairly good life.

However, everything changed completely after Xiao Zhenguo and Xiao Jianyuan were brought down.

His house and car were confiscated, and he was taken away for investigation for two or three days.

Although he was eventually released, he had nothing left and could only rely on the small accounts behind the Xiao family to eke out a living.

"Damn it, if this were before, do you think I'd even give you the time of day?"

However, he certainly didn't dare to say these words directly. He could only mutter a few complaints in his heart while continuing to smile on his face.

"Fujita-kun, that's enough. After all, we're on someone else's turf. Don't be too arrogant."

Seeing that everyone in the hall was looking in this direction, Fujita Daishu couldn't help but whisper a reminder in his notebook.

"Sato-kun, there's no need. What are those Chinese people? Before, they were nothing more than lowly servants. Who would dare to touch us?"

"This luxury hotel is about to close down, so let them have one last good taste of this pig and dog food."

Fujita Daishu's face was full of arrogance.

His words emboldened the other two notebooks.

"Yeah, Sato-kun, do you really think those Chinese people can make any decent sashimi?"

"This kind of delicacy is only something our Great Japanese Empire deserves to enjoy."

The notebook belonging to Sato frowned deeply.

Although he came from a branch family, he was incredibly intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to come here with the main family.

"We'd better keep a low profile and not forget our mission."

Seeing that his three teammates were already caught up in the moment, he could only whisper a reminder.

But this reminder ultimately proved to be of little use.

Fujita Daisuke and his companions became increasingly excited as they spoke, even standing up and gesturing wildly.

The surrounding guests had gloomy expressions.

"You son of a bitch, those little notebooks dare to stand on our heads and piss."

One of the burly men couldn't hold back any longer. He put down his chopsticks, pointed at the group of little notebooks, and cursed them.

"Exactly, are we going to let them bully us on our own turf?"

"Fuck him!"

Immediately, the crowd became enraged, and more and more guests stood up, forming a circle around the area.

A conflict seemed imminent.

Fujita Daishu remained completely unfazed, instead sneering as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.

"You bunch of pigs, open your eyes and take a good look! I am a member of the Fujita family. If you dare to touch me, you can just wait to die!"

The burly man's pupils contracted; the emblem engraved on the paper was the Fujita family crest.

"It's the Fujita family!"

"Are you talking about that infamous Japanese yakuza family?"

"This is the badge. I've seen it before. It's the mark of the Fujita family."

Everyone gasped in surprise.

Those who come to dine at the Grand Court Hotel must have some knowledge and experience.

The Fujita family, a famous family in Japan, is said to have had a small, rude gang that boasted about wanting to have a go at someone.

The next day, the entire gang disappeared. Some were thrown into ravines, and some were thrown into rivers, but without exception, their deaths were extremely gruesome.

From then on, no one dared to provoke the Fujita family.

At this moment, the guests looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Fujita Daishu grinned maliciously and said, "Didn't you want to hit me? Come on, come on, I'll let you hit me."

The burly man shrank back and immediately dared not utter a sound.

Seeing this, Fujita Daishu became even more arrogant.

"Fine, if you don't hit me, then it's my turn to hit you."

With that, he was about to punch the big man's nose with such force that it instantly created a gust of wind around him.

"not good!"

The fist was about to smash into the big man's face.

Suddenly, a chopstick flew from not far away and stabbed Fujita Daishu's hand with the precision of a scalpel.

At the same time, a clear, cold voice came from behind.

"Touching is prohibited inside the Grand Court Hotel."