She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 697: Feel Pained

Cheyenne's eyes widened in surprise as Rohan personally demonstrated his proud tea-making skills and enthusiastically engaged in a conversation about tea culture with them.

Rohan's tea-making technique and his demeanor were completely different. He was exceptionally meticulous in his actions, exuding elegance in every move.

His deep understanding of tea impressed even Cheyenne, who couldn't help but admire him. According to tradition, the first cup of tea should be served to the esteemed guest. Rohan surprised her by personally handing her the first cup, his eyes filled with a warm smile as he said, "Miss Lawrence, please enjoy."

Cheyenne accepted the cup, feeling both honored and surprised. She lightly blew on the tea, savoring its aroma, and took a delicate sip. It had a slight bitterness at first, followed by a sweet aftertaste that lingered on her lips and teeth.

She was amazed by the lifelike flower patterns on the surface of the tea, which were a delightful surprise. While she had seen latte art on coffee before, this was her first time witnessing such intricate designs on tea.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "Rohan, you truly possess an impressive mastery of the tea ceremony. I would love to give it a try myself."

Rohan smiled and handed her the tea scoop, saying, "That would be wonderful, Miss Lawrence. Please go ahead."

He was about to offer her some simple guidance on how to proceed.

Cheyenne, with bated breath, skillfully used the tea scoop, carefully drawing strokes on the surface of the tea. Soon, an adorable and naive little cat appeared on the water's surface.

"Oh, it's so cute. Miss Lawrence, can you give me this cup of tea?" Master Elias clapped his hands and approached, reaching out as if to take the tea from her.

Suddenly, a dark and solemn voice interrupted, as another large hand swiftly grabbed the cup before anyone else could. It was Kelvin, wearing his silver mask, his hands firmly placed on the table, protectively guarding the tea.

Aware of everyone's gaze upon him, he was relieved that his expression was hidden behind the mask, concealing his current emotions. "I like cats," was his explanation.

Master Elias couldn't help but feel a little displeased. Who was this man his sister had brought along? Why did he seem difficult to get along with?

Cheyenne, on the other hand, didn't care about who would drink the tea or the hidden motives behind it. For her, it was just a casual attempt to satisfy her urge.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Marcel immediately turned to the stoic butler behind him and inquired, "By the way, has the chef been prepared?"

In response, the butler nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes, Master Marcel. The chef is already prepared. Today, he will be cooking on-site to entertain the two esteemed guests."NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

With a clap of his hands, a middle-aged man wearing a white chef's uniform and a tall white hat walked in barefoot, carrying a large bamboo basket filled with tools and ingredients.

In the next moment, he took out a strangely shaped fish from the basket.

Cheyenne, who wasn't particularly

fond of fish, had no idea what this fish was called until later when she learned it was called "gobioid fish," a famous Sashimi dish in Jostrana During her time in Chulae, she had eaten sashimi a few times, but due to her dietary preferences, she wasn't accustomed to eating raw food. However, in Jostrana, she would have to take a few bites to show respect for the local customs.

Next, all eyes were on the middle-aged chef. He remained calm and composed, seemingly lost in his own world, meticulously arranging the tools and ingredients he needed on the table. The set of knives he had was made of stainless steel, with handles made of pure gold, indicating their considerable value. Knives were a chef's weapon, and in Jostrana, a chef's skill was tested by their ability to cleanly slice through a fish.

After preparing everything, the peculiar chef conducted a silent prayer, crossing himself at the chest, revealing his Christian faith. When he opened his eyes after the prayer, his whole demeanor changed instantly. His gaze became sharp, filled with determination.

He then took out a small silver knife and retrieved a live, wriggling fish from the basket with his other hand. Cheyenne had initially thought he would take out a pre-killed fish, but to her surprise, it was a fresh fish still full of life.

The chef firmly pressed the fish onto the cutting board, and it continued to gasp for breath, its lips opening and closing, and its gills expanding. The bright red gills were filled with tiny blood vessels and red gill filaments. Since it was out of the water, the filaments stuck together, creating a somewhat pitiful and heart-wrenching sight.

Removing the head and tail, the chef then made a small incision near the tail and slowly peeled off the fish's skin. This was a commonly used fish-killing technique in Jostrana.

Compared to the traditional method of using a knife to scrape off fish scales, which would often result in scales flying everywhere, using a knife to remove the fish skin and scales actually made the process cleaner. The chef took advantage of the fish's freshness and began delicately and methodically removing the flesh from its body.

The gruesome scene made both

Cheyenne and Yvonne feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, in the eyes of the locals, this was a normal occurrence. They believed that by preparing the dish this way, the fish's freshness and flavor could be preserved. After the chef successfully peeled off the fish skin, the white and tender fish meat continued to wriggle and jump on the cutting board.

The fish was still struggling, its round eyes glistening with tears, as if crying. Did fish experience pain? Cheyenne had no answer to that question. According to the chefs who prepared sashimi, fish were believed to be creatures without pain receptors. Therefore, they considered this method of preparation not as cruelty but as a form of respect for the food.

When Cheyenne heard this fallacy, she couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

In less than three minutes, all the fish meat was removed, leaving behind a pristine white fish skeleton. Surprisingly, not a single bone spur remained on the fish skeleton throughout the entire process, showcasing the chef's exceptional skill.

Would these fish bones be discarded or used to feed dogs? The next moment, Cheyenne saw the chef placing two fish bones into a glass container nearby. The container was filled with water, and something magical happened: the fish bones began to swim slowly within it.