"Hey!"
Jack roared, and the figure fled even faster, its limbs almost leaving afterimages, disappearing into the jungle in no time.
"What is that?"
Bai Qianzhou didn't see it clearly at first, but Fu Wan recognized it.
However, she still found it somewhat unbelievable.
Good heavens, if she hadn't seen it, that thing looked like a fox!
"fox?"
Bai Qianzhou was puzzled. Where did this fox come from?
However, Jack was so angry that his face turned red.
According to his description, which was written in both Chinese and English, there were not only foxes in the jungle, but also rabbits, and even a herd of deer further into the jungle.
Because there are clear regulations here prohibiting the harming of animals, these animals are not only unafraid of people, but also particularly rampant.
Forget about stealing fish and shrimp, it's entirely possible they'd run off with coconuts from a small shop.
"That damned fox stole our first fish!"
I can tolerate stealing small fish all the time, but this is the first fish I caught today.
In Chinese terms, that was a fantastic start!
Jack grew angrier the more he thought about it, and immediately felt an urge to throw down his fishing rod and run into the jungle to find the fox and fight it.
"It's alright, let it go, we can just go fishing again."
Fu Wan cast her fishing rod without a care in the world. To be honest, she thought the fox was quite clever.
Everything has a spirit, and the fish in this ocean can be caught not only by humans but also by animals.
It's just that the little fox's methods for stealing food weren't very clever.
It's just a small animal, and all it can think about is filling its stomach.
After being comforted by Fu Wan, Jack wasn't so angry anymore. Of course, what truly extinguished his anger wasn't Fu Wan's words, but rather, the fact that he caught the fish!
"Oh my god, there's a fish!"
Jack was spouting a jumble of Chinese and English as he rapidly spun the gears that were winding the fishing line around his mouth.
Not only did he catch a fish, but Bai Qianzhou on another reef also started pulling on his fishing rod.
Since returning from Fujia Village, Jack has spent most of his free time fishing. In addition, he had been taught by Fu Ming and others in Fujia Village, so his fish-handling skills are quite proficient.
Five or six minutes later, the fish was pulled out of the water.
Fu Wan took a net and scooped up a mackerel weighing about two pounds.
"Wow, biu te f!"
Jack shouted exaggeratedly, then removed the fishhook as quickly as possible.
Fu Wan had encountered many mackerel before, but for Jack, this was the first time he had caught one.
I really don't know what kind of fish this kid managed to catch after turning himself into such a dark soy sauce.
"Haha, tonight when I get back, I'm going to show them what my fish is all about!"
Jack laughed several times. This time he was clever. After taking the mackerel off the fish, he put it into the fish box filled with ice.
He simply placed the fish tank at his feet.
Let's see if that annoying fox dares to steal his fish again!
“Mackerel is the favorite food of tuna. When the sun isn’t so strong later, we’ll set sail and try our luck.”
Just as Fu Wan finished telling Jack about this, Bai Qianzhou brought up the fish.
The fish that were pulled up this time piqued Fu Wan's interest.
It was entirely black with clearly defined fins; it looked like I'd never seen anything like it before.
Judging from the effort Bai Qianzhou put into scooping it up, the fish probably weighed three or four pounds.
"Wait, let me see what kind of fish this is?"
Fu Wan pulled the fishing rod over and, as she got closer, she could see what the fish looked like.
"So, do you know him?"
Fu Wan nodded and carried the fish box next to her over.
"Black rock bass, also known as blackhead fish. It has a large head and large eyes, and its entire body is black."
This fish is known as the top-grade grouper in northern China. It is ferocious by nature and generally feeds on small fish and shrimp.
The flesh of the blackhead fish is like garlic cloves, firm and chewy, and incredibly delicious when stewed—truly a delicacy. Finally, the blackhead fish net showed that he had caught one he could report home to Fu Fengying.
"As expected of you, Comrade Xiaobai!"
Bai Qianzhou was a little embarrassed by Fu Wan's praise, and the tips of her ears turned red.
"No, I just got lucky."
The blackhead fish could survive in the sea after being brought ashore, so Bai Qianzhou carefully put it into the fish box. Afterwards, the group caught two more sea bass, one of which was not even as wide as a palm and did not meet the standard for taking home, so Fu Wan threw it back into the sea.
After fishing for more than an hour, Fu Wan was also a little thirsty, so she simply packed up her fishing rod and ran to the side to pick up the watermelon that Jack had bought.
I don't know if it's because it's out of season, but the stripes on this watermelon aren't as clear as those on summer watermelons, and the stem is also dry.
Seeing Fu Wan bring the watermelon over, Jack remembered that the knife he had brought was still in his duffel bag.
Just as he was about to tell Fu Wan about this, he unexpectedly heard another movement from the fishing rod.
So he immediately forgot about the watermelon. When he pulled up the red snapper on his fishing rod and turned to show it off to Fu Wan, he discovered that Fu Wan was punching the watermelon with her fist.
Yes, smash a watermelon.
"Wan, that's not how you open it, I have a knife."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Wan grabbed the middle of the watermelon with both hands and snapped it in two.
"What did you say?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Wan, is this Chinese Kung Fu?!"
Jack was shocked. Good heavens, this was the first time he had ever seen someone cut a watermelon with their hands, and cut it so evenly!
Auntie wasn't lying to him after all; she really does have Chinese kung fu!
Fu Wan was speechless when she saw his gaze shift from shock to admiration.
This kid is probably imagining things again.
In rural China, almost everyone knows how to open a watermelon with their bare hands.
Who didn't open a few small watermelons like this when they were a kid?
However, the watermelon in the village wasn't the Qilin watermelon of later generations. It had a common name: seed-beating watermelon. Not only could the flesh be eaten, but the seeds could also be washed, boiled, dried, and cracked during the New Year.
Moreover, the leftover melon rinds can be used for stir-fries, and the outer green layer can be peeled off to cook pig feed or fed directly to cattle. (Image of a seed-producing melon from the internet, please delete if infringing copyright.) Because Fujia Village is near the sea, very few people grow this; only a few people in the village, like Wang Xiuer, have the time to cultivate some.
But Fu Wan had eaten a lot of it when she was a child. Ye Jianguo grows it every year and brings several baskets of it over every year.
Thinking of the scene when she was a child, her siblings would compete to pinch marks on the watermelon to open it up, and Fu Wan couldn't help but smile.
The melon Jack bought was only the size of a basketball and wasn't particularly sweet. The three of them each ate a little, and then they finished half of it.
Interestingly, just as Fu Wan was thinking about what to do with the watermelon rind, the fox that stole the fish ran over again. Perhaps it smelled the fragrance of the watermelon, so it simply picked up the rind and ran away.
Fu Wan watched its running figure in amazement. It was a pity that it wasn't in China, otherwise she could have taken it back and raised it for a couple of days.
After eating watermelon, the three packed up and went to the place where they had moored the boat. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Fu Wan glanced at the catch in the fish box. In addition to blackhead sea bream and sea bass, there were also five or six mackerel weighing one or two pounds each.
"Let's go, let's go fishing for tuna!"
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