Totoka River how to cook fish in a traditional chinese way

Not a leader, Huā let her sisters begin first before she followed their lead. She stepped gently into the freezing water, a charcoal paw submerging itself and then another. Careful not to cause too much of a commotion in the blue. The cold water was not her favorite- much different than the warmth of the South where they had grown up- but she could tolerate it. And besides, she was hungry. 

Her seaglass eyes scanned the water slowly- more intently than she seemed to eye anything else- searching for a fish. Just a little further she heard a- CRACK! She glanced towards Mei, who had caught a little something. She grinned at her sister as if to congratulate her, before returning to her own search.