Irina’s petite face fell. She picked up the oranges and looked at them. “Forget it, just try stewing with this.”

There were also non-spicy variations of the sour and spicy pickled fish dish. Hopefully, the fish stewed with oranges would taste good.

Damien had absolute confidence in her ideas. He instantly took the oranges, washed them, and cut into slices, before stewing them with the fish.

Very quickly, a new aroma wafted from the stone pot.

This time though, the smell was a little odd. Amid the fragrance of the fish, there was also a pungent and sour smell, as though an essence irritating to the senses had been added...