Feng Yin was about to cook, and looked up and saw Cui Tianze standing in front of her with a strange look.
“Don’t you want your hands?”
At this time, Cui Tianze was half-holding his arms in a circle, his face full of disgust.
“It’s so fishy.”
Feng Yin stood up and walked more than ten meters away. When Cui Tianze was afraid and curious, Feng Yin bent down and picked up something and walked back.
“Use this to rub it in a smelly place, wash it, and the fishy smell will disappear.”
Cui Tianze looked at the white flower in front of him in disbelief, and subconsciously answered it and asked, “What is this?”
“A kind of grass.”
Cui Tianze: What is the answer.
Forget it, he’d better go wash his hands.
With an attitude of believing in it, Cui Tianze rubbed the grass with small white flowers on the palm of his hand.
“Why is it blue?”
The green grass and white flowers turned out to be blue juice after being rubbed, which tasted very strong.
A taste that is indescribable, not good or bad, it is very strange in any case.
After Cui Tianze used water to rinse his hands, he lowered his head and smelled it.
“Hey? There is no fishy smell! So magical!”
Cui Tianze ran back to Fengyin’s cooking place like a child who discovered a new world.
“Teacher, there is really no fishy smell, but what should I do if this smell is?”
Cui Tianze had the smell of grass in his hand.
Feng Yin, who was dealing with the fish, said without raising his head, “You can change the fishy smell.”
Cui Tianze blinked and made a fuss for a long time. He changed himself to another smell.
“Haha, no, this smells pretty good.”
Cui Tianze sat honestly on the wooden pier, and was arranged by Feng Yin to continue weaving the straw mat.