The little cormorant looked at the big arowana that Chen Yang pulled off his waist, and his eyes widened in shock.
Before she even learned to walk, her mother started taking her into the water to touch arowanas. As she grew up on the Longjiang River, she had never seen such a big arowana.
"Is it..., the one Mom wants to catch?"
The little cormorant was so blessed that she thought about the root cause of her mother's accident. She spoke in a questioning sentence, but in an affirmative tone.
"That should be it."
Chen Yang smiled and raised the big dragon fish, and said with a smile: "On a rainy day, the weather is cold and humid, it's just the right time to drink a bowl of fish soup with delicious fish meat, it's a pleasure."
He then added: "Just think of it as revenge for your mother."
"Um!"
The little cormorant nodded heavily, puffed up its cheeks, rolled up its sleeves, and looked at the big arowana as if it were an enemy.
Half an hour passed.
It's still stormy outside.
In the cave, on the awning boat, there is a small red clay stove that is steaming, giving off an indescribable delicious taste.
The same arowana soup was stewed with the tender and plump meat of the arowana and water mushrooms, but the taste was very different from the pot that the little cormorant cooked before.
The arowana is different and tastes more beautiful.
The fish soup is being simmered by itself, and the flavor is getting stronger. There is a charcoal fire burning brightly beside it, and the little cormorant is skewering the fish skin with an iron spatula, and is grilling it until it becomes crispy and charred.
Chen Yang also rolled up his sleeves and couldn't wait for the little cormorant to start chopping fish fillets on his own, with plenty of food and clothing.
The skinned arowana back and arowana belly were placed separately on the chopping board. Chen Yang rolled up his sleeves and held a freshly sharpened knife in his hand. He controlled it with the strength he had learned from the martial arts in his previous life, and his hand was as steady as a hand.
The scalpel sliced the fish piece by piece.
Every piece of fish meat is wiped off the knife and is translucent, as thin as paper, a little pinkish white, a little bright red, and trembling. There is no fishy smell of freshwater fish, but a fresh and sweet smell, even if it is
There is no entrance and you can smell it by just sniffing your nose.
Unparalleled in the world.
"Okay~! Shh~"
The little cormorant came over with the fish soup and put it down. He put his little hands on his ears and grinned because he was so hot.
Next to the fish soup is a small earthenware bowl, a plate of grilled fish skin, and a plate of live fish meat.
The little cormorant stood by and watched obediently.
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment before he realized that the little cormorant thought it was for him to eat alone.
He burst into laughter and ordered directly: "Bring me another pair of bowls and chopsticks."
"Oh~"
The little cormorant complied with confusion.
Chen Yang pointed in front of him and said again: "Sit down and eat!"
"Ah~"
Only then did the little cormorant react and waved his hands to refuse.
Chen Yang didn't give her a chance to refuse, and blocked her with one sentence: "If you don't eat together, I won't go into the water to find a solution."
The whole world is pure.
The little cormorant sat down obediently and ate the crispy grilled fish skin, the melt-in-the-mouth live fish meat, and the rich and fragrant fish soup with Chen Yang.
Neither of them had the time to speak. You came and went, and in the blink of an eye, whether it was fish meat, fish skin or fish soup, everything was completely destroyed.
"tasty!"
The little cormorant licked the bottom of the bowl, looked up and saw Chen Yang looking at her again in surprise, and said sheepishly.
Chen Yang's surprise was fleeting and he understood.