His voice was strong and carried far. It was the time when everyone had finished their farm work and were heading back to work. When they heard Zhang Fan's voice, they all turned to look at him.

There was a clear yellow mark between Zhang Jianye's legs.

"No!"

The villagers were pointing and whispering about him, and Zhang Jianye felt like he was being pricked by thorns!

He wants to die!

I really want to die!

God, please give me a crack in the ground!

...

When Zhang Fan handed the rooster bowl to Jiang Tao, Jiang Tao's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he stammered.

"You...you used such a small bowl to hold so many rockfish, and they didn't die from lack of oxygen?"

This is completely illogical.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly. This can be called dense?

The number of rockfish he raises in the underground river is nine times that here, and they still obediently squeeze into this small bowl.

Jiang Tao was fully prepared this time, bringing a large operating box, an oxygenation machine, and ice to maintain a certain temperature.

He carefully held the rooster bowl and gently placed it in the water, allowing the rockfish to get used to the water temperature in the operating tank.

It would take a long time, so Jiang Tao sent Zhang Fan back.

As soon as Zhang Fan got home, he saw Li Chunyan walking back, rubbing her shoulders, looking exhausted.

Li Chunyan: "Zhang Fan, just eat whatever you have today, your sister-in-law is exhausted."

Zhang Fan: "Sister-in-law, you take a rest. Let me cook today."

Li Chunyan said with a look of satisfaction, "You've grown up."

Medicinal cuisine is a medical art, and Zhang Fan had never made it before, so this was a good opportunity to try it out.