Just now Ye Chen's hands were empty, but suddenly a lively fish appeared.
"Little fish, little fish, don't blame me for being cruel, the main thing is that my junior wants to eat steamed fish." Ye Chen whispered while placing the fish on the cutting board.
The fish seemed to have acquired some spirit, just now it was lively and jumpy, being quite unruly.
After hearing Ye Chen's words, the fish surprisingly stopped struggling, quietly lying on the cutting board to be butchered by Ye Chen.
This shows just how extraordinary the things from the Map of the Country are.
Of course, if Xie Yingying saw this scene, she would definitely be astounded.
At this moment, Xie Yingying was lying on the table, thinking about writing poetry.
After all, she had already agreed to participate in this writing challenge, and there was only one day left before the submission deadline.
If she really couldn't submit anything by then, it would be a big embarrassment.
