Zhang Cuihua saw Junior Martial Uncle return to the Cold Pool and looked up at the sun in surprise.
"Junior Martial Uncle must be hungry; I'll go prepare lunch right now."
Estimating the sun's position, she guessed it was still 7:00 AM.
Usually, Junior Martial Uncle would return at noon.
Ji An waved his hand and said gently:
"No rush, prepare the meal at your usual time. Tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast—I'd like to have roasted fish."
The Cold Pool's water quality was excellent, and the Spirit Fish tasted fresh; he never tired of it.
"Alright, today's lunch menu already includes roasted fish."
Zhang Cuihua agreed. Junior Martial Uncle loved fish, whether it's braised, stewed, steamed, roasted, or pan-fried. She varied the preparations and tried different fruits and vegetables as side dishes.
Over the years, she had experimented with several new recipes.
"Hmm, very good, make it honey-roasted fish. I'll bring you some honey."
