These people were attracted by Chen Muyang after he caught the old river clam last time.
"Brother Zhao, it's raining, let's stop fishing." Chen Muyang opened the umbrella and handed it to Deng Zhao.
"Mu Yang, look at those people, they didn't catch any big fish, but I caught one as soon as I arrived." Chen Zhao pointed at the fishermen who were sticking to their fishing posts in the rain, and laughed triumphantly, with blind confidence in his fishing skills.
"How many did you catch?" Chen Muyang knew that those people could only catch crucian carp, whitebait and the like, because that was all he could catch before.
"Eight now, all of them are big fish weighing several kilograms."
"That's fine. I won't fish anymore. It's raining too hard. Let's go home first."
"Okay, we'll go back once the rod is lifted." As Deng Zhao was speaking, the float sank and then turned black.
Deng Zhao reflexively raised the fishing rod with both hands, without even bothering with the umbrella.
A black carp weighing seven or eight kilograms was pulled ashore.
"Let's go." Chen Muyang picked up the fish guard and carried it back with Deng Zhao.
When the two returned to the program courtyard, they saw Daju's family of three standing in the house, looking outside.
"Brother Zhao, go take a shower. I'll get them some food."
Chen Muyang took out a black croaker and left it aside for a day, preparing to eat it in the evening.
Then gut the rest of the fish, remove the internal organs, cut the fish into large pieces, and add some rabbit meat.
"Touch the tiger's head in the Year of the Tiger, and you won't have to worry about anything!"
Chen Muyang brought three large basins of meat to the main room, and heard Song Zhuer stroking the tiger's head and muttering to herself.
"Daju, dinner is ready."
One tiger, one pot, eating with relish.
The photographer stopped filming people and just filmed Sanhu eating, and the audience in the live broadcast room just thought they were watching a food show.
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