Even pan-fried, this was the most tender fish Lu Ao had ever eaten.
This tenderness was not like steamed egg custard—it was not quite so silky—but with a gentle press of his lips, all the flesh fell apart.
Eels originally had bones, but the fried chunks of eel could be chewed bones and all.
Perhaps because it was so fresh, the eel had none of that fishy smell, only an indescribable freshness and tenderness. Even the skin was especially bouncy.
Lu Ao took a bite of fish, then shoveled in a huge mouthful of rice.
The rice was still hot. The eel sauce coated the steaming grains, perfectly fresh and salty. Once he swallowed such a big mouthful, it had no flaw other than being high in calories.
Mixed with the eel sauce, the rice grew more fragrant with every bite. Finally, with the rice's light sweetness as its foundation, that mouthful of eel rice was complete.
Lu Ao had never expected eel rice to have such an effect. He sighed in appreciation. "It's no wonder eel sells for eighty yuan a jin outside."
Song Zhou swallowed the rice in his mouth and praised him. "It really is delicious. The ingredients are good, and your cooking is good too."
"It's mainly thanks to the ingredients." Lu Ao contentedly bit off a large piece of eel and said indistinctly, "Compared to getting to eat delicious eel rice, the happiest thing is that this eel is big enough for me to keep eating until I'm satisfied."
"That's true. Do you have any alcohol at home?"
Only when Song Zhou asked did Lu Ao remember. "Yes. We haven't finished the wine you gave me last time. Shall we drink that?"
"Sure."
Lu Ao lowered his head and hurriedly shoveled down another big mouthful