Totoka River how to cook fish in a traditional chinese way

ying ran down after her sisters, childish giggles escaping through bared teeth. once in the water, she snapped angrily at the sand, collecting and tossing whatever she was able to grab. without stopping to dispatch the little beasts, the huntress grabbed each one and threw it back behind her. 

eventually, once she was confident she'd caught more shells than rocks, ying trotted back to shore to examine her collection. one, two, she whispered, five...six! some of the shells tried to sneak away but were quickly lifted and cracked. i win! she called, beckoning to the twins.