With a single thought, a thousand mountains fall silent.

That was close! I was almost overwhelmed by that melancholy aura!

Cheng Qingyan shyly released his grip on Ye Lingyu and blinked hard, saying, "Thank you, my wife~"

He successfully earned a blow from Ye Lingyu, and his head snapped with a loud thud.

"You idiot, hurry up and start the fire! Aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat?"

"I want to eat! I'll start a fire right now!"

Some emotions, when stirred up, come quickly and silently.

When it leaves, it does so without disturbing a single cell.

After the pot boiled, the aroma of steamed crabs filled the kitchen, and the fragrance of Ye Lingyu's stir-fried dishes also wafted out.

Forget about past grievances and family backgrounds; nothing matters as much as having enough to eat.

After a series of emotional shifts, Cheng Qingyan successfully transformed into a "cook" person, happily carrying the crab back to her room to eat it.

The crabs were cooked in less than an hour, from being taken out of the water to being put into the pot.

Steaming preserves the original freshness, making not only Cheng Qingyan drool, but also Fugui and Jiutiao drool with envy.

They circled around Cheng Qingyan, eager to get a bite.

Cheng Qingyan, being protective of her food, naturally didn't give Fugui a friendly look and blurted out the word "get lost."

Sesame oil crab was also served, and only after they started eating did Ye Lingyu realize that she had underestimated Cheng Qingyan's fighting power.

She helped Cheng Qingyan remove the crab meat from the three steamed crabs, but there wasn't a single piece left in the bowl.

Cheng Qingyan was polite to her, saying that she would just eat the sesame oil crab. Of the three steamed crabs, she only tasted one spoonful, and the rest wasn't even enough for Cheng Qingyan to eat a couple of bites.

Cheng Qingyan also ate two pieces of sesame oil crab, but it was obvious that she preferred the steamed kind.

"It was the first time I cooked crab, and I realized how much you like eating crab. I miscalculated."

Cheng Qingyan lifted his head from the bowl, blinked, and said, "No, my wife, I didn't. I just... there's still one bite left, you can have it..."

"Just eat yours. I said I didn't catch enough crabs; I should have caught more."

Although it's not the best season for eating crabs now, the crabs that Cheng Qingyan raised in her space for a long time, and then put back into these crab ponds, have grown quite plump.

There's plenty of gravy and yolk, it's perfectly ready to be served.

After Cheng Qingyan finished eating the crab meat rice in her bowl, she said, "You don't need to make too much. I haven't eaten it in a long time, and I couldn't control myself. I won't do it again next time."

Ye Lingyu didn't say anything, but silently added in her heart, "Of course not, next time she'll know to catch more crabs."

With fish and crab ponds right next to her house, how could she possibly let Cheng Qingyan go hungry with shrimp and crabs?

Just kidding, you can eat as much as you want!

After finishing his meal to his heart's content, Cheng Qingyan released many large fish and shrimp from his spatial storage.

After that, she found Meng Aji, Chen Sheng and others, and they began to transport fish and shrimp to the distant fishponds, truckload by truck.

These fish and shrimp need to grow for a while in the fishpond not far from the chicken farm; otherwise, it would be hard to explain if they all came from the fishpond in the yard when they were sold.

The time spent in the space, coupled with the nutrient solution being fed to the fish, has made them grow to be quite plump.

Meng Aji and Chen Sheng happily helped put the fish into the big bucket. Watching the fish being scooped up by the net, they saw them rolling around and full of energy.

Chen Sheng wiped the sweat from his face and asked Cheng Qingyan, "My lord, these fish can be taken directly to be sold, why do we need to change ponds?"

His fish were perfectly marketable, but they were a bit too big; in fact, they could have doubled in size.

Cheng Qingyan pointed to the bass and said, "This fish can gain at least three ounces in weight if it is raised for a while. It hasn't grown up yet, but you'll know in two months."

Moreover, we should wait a little longer for the crabs; crabs full of roe and fat taste even better.

Chen Sheng chuckled foolishly: "I don't know much about this, but this fish looks pretty good. I've seen fish of about this size being sold in town."

"My lord, this fish looks rather delicate. What kind is it?"

Cheng Qingyan fanned him as she introduced the fish: "This is a perch, and the fish in that pond over there are snakeheads. Steamed perch is delicious, and there are many ways to cook snakeheads."

"Blackfish fillets are absolutely delicious when used in sauerkraut fish soup. Stewing them in soup is also beneficial for wound healing."

"It has fewer bones than grass carp, is more chewy, and is very refreshing."

Meng Aji returned carrying a bucket of water, smiling as she said, "I've never eaten any of these things that you mentioned, but when I was working in town, I heard that they ate grilled fish slices in a very particular way. I watched them eat them."

Sure enough, humans tend to have more to say when they talk about food.

The villagers who were usually familiar with Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu were still a bit reserved when they saw them, and they didn't dare to say much.

Hearing them talking about eating fish, everyone perked up their ears curiously, listening with smiles on their faces.

To encourage them to work hard, Cheng Qingyan made a promise: "You've never eaten fish before, right? When our fishpond is harvested, I'll find a chef to cook you a whole fish feast so you can eat to your heart's content."

"But we have a condition."

"From this day forward until the fish are caught in the net, your work cannot afford any serious mistakes."

"So everyone, can you do it?"

Regardless of the specific reward, the mere presence of a reward is quite motivating.

Chen Sheng and Meng Aji shouted first, "Yes!"

Cheng Qingyan smiled unconsciously, then said, "Your voice was too soft, I couldn't hear you. Speak louder, haven't you eaten?"

Then several other fishermen joined in, their voices ringing out in unison, "We can do it!"

The momentum was immediately established.

Meng An and Meng Jia also ran over from outside the courtyard, looking on with gossip in their eyes, eager to know what had happened.

I heard the noise from outside the courtyard, and even though I rushed in, I still didn't understand what was happening.

Meng An asked Chen Sheng, but Chen Sheng just smiled and didn't say anything. Everyone else went about their own work.

Finally, seeing that he looked like he was scratching his head in frustration, Cheng Qingyan asked him, "You really want to know?"

Meng An's eyes darted away for a moment, then he smiled and said, "No, no."

Cheng Qingyan cursed, "Pathetic!"

“I told them to work hard, and there would be a reward when they finished collecting the fish.”

Upon hearing about the reward, Meng Jia's ears perked up.

Cheng Qingyan closed her folding fan and asked the two of them with a smile, "Look at you two, what's wrong? If there's no reward, you're really not going to work?"

These words startled Meng An and Meng Jia; they hadn't thought that way at all. They cherished this good job and didn't want to lose it.

They're not stupid; they can certainly tell which is more important—short-term or long-term benefits.