Tears streamed down his face; he felt the world was incredibly unfair.
If there really is a god of fishing in this world, he would definitely grab that guy by the neck and give him a good talking to.
Why is he always in the Air Force? Is it because of something targeting him?
At that moment, he felt that he was not alone, that there were thousands upon thousands of other fishermen like him behind him.
The resentment is turning into tangible black energy.
El didn't realize that, because of his gains, a mature heart had quietly shattered.
He simply secured the fish and headed back with it.
"The time was about what I expected, and the harvest was satisfactory. One is enough for making soup."
There's no need to keep fishing; one fish is just right. He's not the kind of person who would waste food.
We should only hunt as much as we can eat, and not overhunt and damage the environment just because we have the ability to do so. This is also a way of respecting nature.
Back home, I picked up a kitchen knife, cut open the fish's belly, removed the internal organs, and washed away the blood and residue.
Next, the fish head, the belly, the bones, and the flesh connected to the bones—the fish is divided into four parts.
Fry the fish bones in oil until golden brown, then add a small amount of water to make soup.
At this moment, he went to the small courtyard behind the house, where some tomatoes were ripe, each one plump, red, thin-skinned, and juicy.
"Three or four should be enough. This one has water in it, and slime has water in it too. The water content is too high, so we need to control it, otherwise the soup will be too bland..."
He brought the tomatoes back, and the fish bone soup was still simmering. He first sliced the fish body and belly according to his own requirements, and then marinated them with some seasonings.
At this point, peel the tomato, cut it open, and as the knife slices through the flesh, the juice flows out.
He could already smell that sweet and sour, appetizing aroma and swallowed hard.
"I can't wait any longer, hurry up, let me see how well this dish turns out..."
The marinating of the fish fillets didn't take long. El first removed the fish bones, then threw the tomatoes into the nearly cooked, pale white, clear fish soup.
The soup has taken on an enticing red hue, and its previously subtle aroma has intensified, making it even more mouthwatering.
After simmering for a while longer, El arrived in front of the slime he had caught.
Perhaps because they've been out of the water for a while, and considering the cutting by El, this part of the slime isn't very lively.
"This state is just right, making it easy to handle."
Simple heat deactivation, cut into dice-sized pieces.
When you drop a slime into boiling soup, the blue slime undergoes a magical transformation upon contact with the broth.
Although it has lost its activity, the function of fluid exchange is still there. The soup enters the slime fragments like red and white threads, entering the blue jelly.
The addition of slime made the soup a bit more broth, so El had to keep a close eye on the fire next to the pot to reduce the broth.
About five minutes have passed.
"That's about enough..."
Add the fish fillets. Because of their size and thickness, you can't cook them for too long if you don't want the fish to become too tough.
When the edges of the fish fillets start to curl up, Al sprinkles in the last bit of salt and turns off the heat.
After covering it with the lid and letting it sit for a while, an enticing aroma began to waft out from the edges.
His own original dish, slime tomato fish soup, is now complete.
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