After applying the medicine to Xiao Huang, Fu Mancang, who had been busy for quite some time, finally found a chance to interject.
"Hey, you need to eat first before you can get revenge. My noodles are ready, or they'll get soggy!"
"Yes, yes, let's eat quickly. It's good that the birds are alright. Let's eat quickly, and after we finish eating, we'll have to haul in the nets once the rain stops!"
Fu Haishun was focused on setting up the net. The wind outside had subsided considerably, and the large raindrops had turned into a light drizzle.
Fu Wan finally managed to calm Xiao Huang down. This little guy really disliked the smell of the medicine powder, and his eyes kept darting around, looking for an opportunity to shake the medicine off his body.
Fu Wan could easily see through its intentions. She guarded Xiao Huang for a long time. Xiao Huang had no choice but to curl up like a quail, its eyes innocent and naive, as if it wasn't itself that had tried to do something bad.
"Come on, come on, quickly try the cooking of me and Brother Da Niu!"
Fu Mancang was incredibly proud. He and Fu Daniu worked for over half an hour and finally managed to cook dinner for more than ten people.
The steaming hot noodle soup has noodles of uniform thickness and a milky white broth that smells incredibly delicious.
That's not all; there are also some scallions and blanched octopus and sea hare floating on top, along with the noodles underneath, making it a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
"A full cabin, you guys are pretty good! How come I never knew you were so good at making noodles before?"
Fu Ming looked at the seafood noodles on the table in surprise. It was no exaggeration; these noodles looked much tastier than the seafood noodles sold in restaurants in the county town.
Upon hearing this, Fu Mancang smiled smugly and said, "My maternal grandmother is from Shandong Province. I've loved her noodles since I was a child. You guys should try them. I'm not kidding, but my skills aren't even half as good as my grandmother's!"
Fu Ming agreed with this statement. The skills of the older generation were indeed incomparable to those of the younger generation. For example, his cooking skills had improved a lot in the past two years, but his mother could still easily outshine him with just a little effort.
Little Huang looked hungry, so Fu Wan cut some fish meat for it and soaked some dried fish in water for it to eat.
After finishing all that, she finally sat down to enjoy her dinner.
"Ah Wan, you should try it quickly, Mancang and Brother Da Niu really know how to make it!"
Fu Ming had already eaten several bites of noodles. The noodles looked chewy and tasted even chewier, definitely not comparable to ordinary noodles.
Fu Daniu felt embarrassed, but in reality, Fu Mancang did all the kneading and other tasks; he only helped wash some seafood.
"Okay, okay, I'll eat now."
Fu Wan responded and picked up a mouthful of noodles. Actually, even without Fu Ming saying it, Fu Wan knew that the noodles tasted good, because Jack, Robert, and the other two were already eating in silence.
Tom wasn't very good at using chopsticks to pick up noodles, so he ate slowly. Jack and Robert had already finished half a bowl of noodles, and Fu Mancang and Fu Daniu were overjoyed, constantly shouting that there was still more in the pot.
Seeing this, Fu Wan took a bite of noodles. The noodles were indeed chewy and smooth, and the soup was also very delicious.
Fu Wan couldn't help but eat several bites, then looked up at Fu Mancang and the other person.
"Hey, is there any leftover noodles? Let's have this again for breakfast tomorrow!"
Fu Mancang was delighted to hear this, "Yes, and even if I don't, I can make more dough."
"Ah Wan, you think it's delicious too?"
Fu Wan listened and nodded, then gave a thumbs up.
“It’s delicious. If you ever decide you don’t want to work on the ship anymore, I think you could open a noodle shop.”
Fu Mancang immediately beamed at these words, "Hehe, I'm not going to open a noodle shop. As long as everyone likes it, I'll just make it for the people on our ship!"
There was something Fu Mancang didn't say: this was the first time he had ever made noodles with wheat flour. His family never had the means to do this before, and noodles made with cornmeal certainly didn't taste as good as those made with wheat flour.
The flour on the boat was all bought by Fu Wan at Fu Ming's request. There were several bags piled up. He only dared to pull noodles because he saw that there was so much flour.
Besides seafood noodles, there was also boiled and steamed seafood from Fu Daniu. There was also some leftover cured meat from lunch. Everyone ate a big bowl of noodles with these dishes, and everyone was very satisfied.
Little Huang ate all the food that Fu Wan had prepared for it. Ye Lin had brought dinner to Fu Laoda's side early in the morning, and the two of them not only finished the noodles, but also drank all the soup.
In Dong Haiyang's words, the soup was even more flavorful than the noodles themselves. This flavor wasn't created by MSG or chicken bouillon, but rather by the natural umami of the seafood.
After dinner, Ye Lin and Jack cleaned up the dishes, while Fu Wan picked up Xiao Huang and went to the deck.
The rain stopped when everyone was having dinner, and it's already past 8 p.m., so the net should have been mopping for about that long.
"Ah Wan, come quick! The 'Full Load Return' has sent a message!"
"Boss Fu shouted loudly," and Fu Wan hurriedly went to the helm room upon hearing this.
"Father, what news? Are they alright?"
Boss Fu chuckled and shook his head. "It's alright, not only are they alright, they've also made a great haul!"
"You heard right earlier, they happened to drive up to a deserted island when the storm came. The island was on high ground, which helped to block out the wind."
Seeing this, Old Chen simply waited by the island. Once the rain stopped, they planned to go ashore and pick some coconuts to drink.
And guess what? When they arrived on the island, they were shocked to find that many fish that had been washed ashore by the waves were still alive.
That's not all. Your uncle found a lot of blue crabs in the crevices of the rocks on the deserted island. He said each one weighed more than seven or eight ounces, and many of them were completely yellow. If they didn't look like blue crabs, your uncle would have thought they were some kind of unfamiliar species!
"What?! A blue crab that's entirely yellow?!"
Fu Wan's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but get excited.
"Dad, I think that might be a butter crab!"
"Butter crab?"
Boss Fu was surprised; it was the first time he had ever heard this title.
Fu Wan suddenly remembered that there was no name for butter crab yet. Butter crab is actually a variant of mud crab, which is different from mud crab. After steaming, the color of the shell of butter crab is between red and orange, and you can see very obvious oil on the crab shell.
Of course, the taste of butter crab is also very special. Even when simply steamed, the meat of butter crab is very tender, and the crab roe even has a special aroma.
This type of crab is very popular in Guangdong Province and Hong Kong, and is even known as the king of crabs. Its price is also in a different league from that of ordinary mud crabs. For a time, the yellow oil crab in Hong Kong was even more expensive than grouper.
One reason for their high price is their scarcity. Generally speaking, only one or two yellow oil crabs may appear out of thousands of mud crabs, and the price of those two yellow oil crabs is more expensive than all the rest of the mud crabs combined.
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