Totoka River how to cook fish in a traditional chinese way

Ying's voice called out across cool air, breaking the silence between them. Huā's ears perked, listening to her sister's suggestion. She spoke up, 是的,我们玩. She smirked at the suggestion, seemingly more eager to play than Mei. She was not as focused- maybe due to her attention span, which jumped from here to there- and to her, food could wait. She was hungry but not desperate. But if the game involved their hunt- even better. They could have fun and fill their stomachs.