Anyway, there are already millions of people criticizing him, so one more or one less won't make a difference.
The director didn't stop him: "Then you can go out now, but be back before one o'clock this afternoon."
"good."
Zhuang Yan didn't go far; he just wandered around the area. There were farmlands all around, and a fishpond was about 500 meters from the hut.
In his previous life, after Zhuang Yan turned 50, his greatest pleasures were fishing, gardening, and playing chess. He took the photographer Zhuang Yan for a stroll around the village. The village was quiet and the air was fresh. People passing by stared at them curiously but did not approach them to chat.
Seeing someone fishing, Zhuang Yan stepped forward and asked, "Brother, may I fish here?"
"Yes, but it's not easy to catch fish. I sat here all morning and only caught two crucian carp, not even enough for me to eat."
Just as he finished speaking, Fishing Bro received a phone call; his family was calling him home for dinner.
"I'm going back to eat now. If you want to go fishing, you can borrow this fishing rod. Just return it to me when you're done fishing."
Zhuang Yan didn't refuse and took the fishing rod from his hand: "That's great, thank you. If I catch a fish, I'll share half with you. Where do you live?"
"Okay, my home is that white house." Facing the camera, the fishing guy looked a little awkward, gave a couple of embarrassed laughs, and then got up and left.
Zhuang Yan happily took the fishing rod, changed the fish food, and found a new place to squat down. Watching others fish was a very boring thing.
Many people left Zhuang Yan's live stream, and before leaving, they couldn't help but criticize him.
"Let's go, it's so boring. Why did he have to go fishing? Didn't you hear Big Brother say fish are hard to catch? An Xinrong's scolding is absolutely right. Zhuang Yan has no team spirit. He'd rather sit here in a daze than help everyone work and have lunch early. No wonder his fiancée dumped him; he deserved it."
[The fishing guy only caught two small fish after fishing all morning. How could Zhuang Yan possibly catch any? He's just cheating. He'd be better off going back to cook.]
[Does a rich kid like Zhuang Yan even know how to cook? I bet he just waits for the food to be cooked in the small house so he can go back and eat it ready-made. Don't leave him any food; let him eat pig swill.]
Suddenly, the fishing rod moved. Zhuang Yan, who had been looking lazy, suddenly lifted the fishing rod. The feeling of the weight was strong, indicating that the fish must be very big. Zhuang Yan slowly got up, controlled his strength, and slowly reeled in the fishing line. A five-pound carp was pulled out of the water.
The haters who were just complaining that Zhuang Yan couldn't catch any fish were stunned.
Zhuang Yan calmly tossed the fish into the basket and then continued fishing while still sitting in the same spot.
Passersby who were originally planning to leave stayed behind.
It's probably just a coincidence.
I know this is the newbie protection period.
[It's lunchtime, are the fish eating lunch now?]
I'm sitting right here today; I refuse to believe Zhuang Yan can catch a second one.
The fishing rod moved again. Zhuang Yan lifted the rod and, judging from the feel, it was a three-pound fish.
Holy crap.
[Awesome.]
The number of viewers in Zhuang Yan's live stream has been steadily increasing from 100,000 at the beginning to as high as 2 million now. Even the director in the small room took out his phone to watch out of curiosity.
Some people sit for a whole morning and catch two small fish, while others sit for half an hour and catch four big fish. Zhuang Yan has a talent for fishing.
He couldn't explain this talent, but as long as there were fish in the water, he could catch them.
Those who had previously criticized him have now fallen silent.
The only people who can consistently criticize him are Gu Qian's fans.
Zhuang Yan weighed the fish basket in his hand. There were enough fish for him to eat. He put away his fishing rod, picked up the basket, and headed towards the fishing brother's house.
"Brother, I've come to return the fishing rod."
"So fast, did you catch a fish?"
"We caught four. Let's split them." Zhuang Yan put down the fish basket.
"Four?" The fishing guy leaned forward in disbelief. He thought Zhuang Yan was catching small fish, but he didn't expect the basket to be almost full. He weighed it in his hand and found that the basket weighed fifteen pounds.
It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. Why is it that others can catch so many fish just by sitting down?
"Wow, that's amazing." If he's so good at fishing, wouldn't he catch all the fish in the pond if he fished for a few more days?
"Big brother, let's split it."
"There are only three people in my family, so a four-pound fish is enough for us. You can take the remaining three back with you, since there are a lot of people filming the show."
“We can’t eat three fish.” Zhuang Yan came up with an idea. “How about this, brother, I’ll borrow your kitchen and cook all four fish together, then we can divide them up.”
"That works too, as long as you don't mind the trouble." Fishing Bro warmly invited Zhuang Yan into the kitchen and placed the side dishes and seasonings in a prominent position.
With the help of the fishing guy, the four fish were quickly cleaned. Zhuang Yan planned to make a fish hot pot. They could eat the fish for lunch and use the broth to cook vegetables in the evening. He made a sauerkraut soup base to cater to everyone's taste.
I saved some fish fillets and cooked some fish porridge. I made three big pots full of fish from four fish.
Judging from Zhuang Yan's cooking technique, you can tell he's very skilled. The aroma is so enticing, even through the screen, and the broth is golden yellow. The photographer was practically drooling.
The fishing guy asked, "It smells so good! Did you study cooking?"
"I specifically learned Sichuan cuisine."
Thin slices of fish should be added to the pot last. As the fish slices are cooked, hot oil is poured over them, and then chili peppers, scallions, ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns are placed on top. Finally, the hot oil is poured over them, and with a sizzling sound, the Maillard reaction occurs.
*Gulp...* Someone swallowed hard.
The staff zoomed in, giving the sauerkraut fish a close-up.
[Is Zhuang Yan such a good cook? Judging by the color of the food, he could open a restaurant.]
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