The little cormorant held her head and finally paddled to the wide and stable water surface. She finally freed her hands to wipe the sweat, turned around and showed a bright smile, not feeling any pain at all.
"You sit down first while I cook fish for you. I fished it out at dawn and kept it on the side of the boat. It's fresh."
As the little cormorant spoke, he moved a small bench and placed it on the bow of the boat, asking Chen Yang to sit down.
Chen Yang didn't mind it, and sat down. He first looked at the vast water, felt the gentle breeze, and could still hear the whistle coming from the dock in the distance, which made him feel more open-minded.
He glanced into the cabin and asked with a smile: "Little Cormorant, are your mother and brother inside?"
The cabin was dim and the light was poor, but it could not be hidden from Chen Yang's eyes.
There was a middle-aged woman lying in the cabin, with a haggard appearance, and she was holding a little boy in her arms. She was so thin that her age could not be determined, with a big head and a small body, like a little carrot head.
From time to time, mother and son would cough, not from being awake, but from the discomfort of being half asleep and half awake.
The little cormorant said sadly: "Well, grandma is sick, and my little brother is also sick. I want to make money to hire a doctor."
While speaking, the teenage girl looked sad but stubborn, with her head raised and her face shining, as if she was still longing for her mother. After her younger brother had money to hire a doctor, he recovered, and the family of three continued to walk around.
Seeking life on the river.
While talking, the little cormorant fished out a fish basket from the water next to the side of the boat.
As soon as the fish basket came out of the water, it started shaking violently, and the fish inside were frightened and struggled desperately.
An adult would have no problem lifting such a basket of fish out of the water, but the little cormorant was so weak that he almost stumbled into the water.
At this time, the advantage of being on the water with bare feet on the deck of the boat all day long comes into play.
The little cormorant's white toes spread out with fingers firmly planted on the deck, and it struggled to lift the fish basket.
She was accustomed to small dangers and didn't take it to heart at all. She said with a smile: "Sir, I caught this basket of fish before dawn. It's fresh. It's just that I was unlucky today and couldn't catch the arowana."
Chen Yang smiled and said: "Arowana is not easy to catch."
He ordered arowana from Fulinmen to eat twice a day, so don't be too familiar with it.
Fishermen on the Longjiang River occasionally caught larger arowanas, and they would buy them at a high price for the steward Fulinmen who was guarding the dock as soon as they landed.
There are also terms such as first-hand and second-hand.
Including Fulinmen, the foreign affairs steward of the big restaurant in Longmen County, the big family, etc., are selected first.
They pick the best ones, which are the so-called top hands.
The slightly smaller restaurants in the back, the subordinates of the county government, the wealthy businessmen in the city, etc., if you choose again, it is second-hand.
The first-hand arowana is the fattest, the second-hand arowana is less interesting, and the ones below are not as tasty.
Even so, a few second-hand arowanas can be enough for an ordinary family to feed a family of several people for a whole day.
If the little cormorant is really good at catching arowana, he shouldn't need to beg people to get on the boat to make money.
Little Cormorant raised his head proudly and said: "Who from all over the country doesn't know that I am a good fisherman at fishing for dragon fish? I learned it from my grandma. My mother was called Little Cormorant when she was little, and I am also called Little Cormorant."
Chen Yang understood somewhat. Little Cormorant Ganqing was not a nickname, but a nickname.
The best fish catchers are cormorants.
While talking to Chen Yang, the little cormorant quickly cut open the fish and cut it into pieces. He set up a small stove on the bow of the boat and put in various fish pieces and fish sticks to make a pot of mixed fish soup.
When a bowl of milky-white fish soup with a rich and delicious aroma was brought to Chen Yang, the little cormorant raised his face nervously, waiting for Chen Yang's evaluation.
She was so nervous that she didn't even notice that when she lit the fire, her little face turned into the shape of a tabby cat.
Chen Yang took the fish soup and took a sip. He originally planned to praise it even if it was fishy and not delicious.
Unexpectedly, when the fish soup entered his mouth, a strong umami flavor exploded, so fresh that his head tilted back unconsciously, as if the umami flavor had hit his head directly.