Then the fish meat melts in the mouth, like a mouthful of full juice without any residue.
"good!"
Chen Yang blurted out, looked at the little cormorant in surprise, and gave a thumbs up.
"Kekeke~~"
The little cormorant laughed happily.
"How?"
Chen Yang asked with a smile and kept eating bite after bite.
He planned to make this pot of fish soup into round balls.
"My grandma said that there are three things to pay attention to when making fish soup. One is that the fish must be fresh, the second is that the heat is good, and the last is to remove the fishy smell and season it.
My grandma taught me how to use a kind of water mushroom. She said it is only found on the Longjiang River and no one else knows about it.
Sir, do you want to know? I will take you there."
The little cormorant had no scheming and no intention of keeping secrets at all. When Chen Yang showed a slight interest, she enthusiastically led the way.
Chen Yang didn't comment, just drank the pot of fish soup, enjoying the river breeze, water view, and listening to the fishing songs of the little cormorants.
When he put down the pottery bowl, the little cormorant had a look of shock on his face. He glanced at the empty pot and then looked at Chen Yang, with the look of a green forest hero on his face.
Chen Yang was so thick-skinned that he waved his hand indifferently and asked: "Is your mother's illness very troublesome? The county doctor can't handle it, right?"
The little cormorant flashed his big eyes and asked in surprise: "Sir, how do you know?"
Chen Yang shook his head and said: "Your mother and you are both good at catching arowana, and we are also good at making fish soup. You will not fall into this situation with ordinary illnesses."
"I can't eat your bowl of good fish soup without saying anything, so tell me."
The little cormorant was so blessed that he wrung his hands together and said anxiously: "I don't know either. My mother said that there were distinguished guests coming that day and she wanted to catch a good fish to make fish soup."
"My mother went there with her little brother, and when she came back she looked like this."
"The old doctor in the county said that the cold air has entered the body and cannot be dispelled, so he can only hang it up with ginseng medicine every day."
Ginseng medicine?
Chen Yang was speechless, finally knowing how the little cormorant ended up in the pitiful situation of trying to earn a few copper coins by carrying passengers?
Ginseng medicine is used for life-saving purposes, and martial arts practitioners are big consumers, so the price has always remained high.
The little cormorant can only catch arowana every day, which is probably enough to buy some ginseng medicine.
Occasionally, if we don’t catch anything in a day, we have to rely on carrying passengers to keep my mother and little brother alive.
"Is it convenient for me to take a look?"
Chen Yang frowned and looked towards the cabin.
The little cormorant nodded hurriedly and pulled Chen Yang into the cabin.
She didn't know why, but she just felt that Chen Yang had a reliable smile and a bright face, and his name was Hope.
Chen Yang got into the cabin and frowned even more tightly.
The cabin was dark and cold, and even with his body that had been trained to suppress the prison of the half-moon divine elephant, he still unconsciously took a shake.
"photophobia?"
Chen Yang asked.
The little cormorant nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and asked in surprise: "How do you know, sir?"