It's another sunny day!
When Fang Yang woke up from his deep sleep, it was already bright outside, and the warm sunlight shone on the headboard, making him feel lazy and unwilling to move.
I checked my phone and it was almost eight o'clock. I got up and washed up. I didn't have any plans to go out today, but Captain Xie suggested we go crab fishing in the morning.
Gouqi Island is surrounded by abundant crabs and seafood, which form the main economic foundation of the island. In the afternoon, visitors can swim and have a barbecue on the beach. This beach is a major factor in attracting tourists from the surrounding areas to Gouqi Island for vacation.
After Qiang got out of bed and washed up, he opened the door and saw Captain Xie and his companion already slurping seafood porridge and eating crab roe soup dumplings, fried dough sticks, and shrimp dumplings. Their blissful and engrossed expressions made Fang Yang's stomach rumble.
After knocking on Zhou Xin's door to request the wake-up service, Fang Yang joined the breakfast crowd.
I must say, although it was just a simple fisherman's breakfast, the extremely fresh seafood combined with the fisherman's cooking skills passed down for hundreds of years made my stomach feel warm after eating it. There is no better way to eat delicious food than this!
Zhou Xin came out of the room yawning and saw the three of them drinking heartily. She couldn't help but pout and complain, "You bad people, you don't even wait for us to eat!"
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Breakfast is so delicious, I couldn't resist eating it first. Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold!"
Zhou Xin ran to the restaurant to bring breakfast, came to Fang Yang's side, squinted at the sunrise shining through the leaves in the forest onto the table, a picture of peaceful tranquility.
"You guys have a good eye for food. Eating out is so much better than a restaurant. With the sun beating down on me, I really don't want to move!"
"This seafood breakfast is really good. It's fresh and delicious. It's hard to find such a meal even in Shanghai, let alone in Kyoto."
Zhou Xin slurped up a mouthful of seafood porridge. "It really is delicious! There are so many culinary masters out there!"
"Therefore, good ingredients play a large part in the quality of food, especially seafood. The simplest ingredients are often the best!"
"Mmm, so we're going crab fishing today, and we can steam them for lunch. The original flavor is the best, right?"
"You got it right, but there's no prize!"
"Straight men with cancer are beyond saving!"
Fang Yang was completely dumbfounded. How could she argue with that? Women really have something wrong with their brains; they start arguing at the drop of a hat.
After the meal, Captain Xie borrowed an electric patrol car from somewhere, and the group loaded all their tools onto the car, with plenty of room to spare.
Fully armed, Fang Yang and Zhou Xin sat in the patrol car, a gentle breeze caressing their faces, the scenery along the way picturesque.
The patrol car drove straight along the road into the depths of the island. Tourists were everywhere, and all the crab fishing spots in the vicinity had already been fished out. To return with a full catch, one would naturally need to find a good fishing spot.
The patrol car stopped at the edge of a grove of trees, which Captain Xie said was a secret fishing spot for the island's fishermen. It was rich in aquatic plants and had a gentle current, making it a favorite habitat for crabs.
After moving the fishing rods and tackle boxes to the fishing spot, Captain Xie shared some pig liver and duck intestines, which are said to be the crabs' favorite food. He and the sailors then found another fishing spot, about 100 meters apart from each other.
As usual, Fang Yang baited the hook, first with a small piece of pig liver to test the waters.
As usual, Zhou Xin set up her camera and started taking pictures of the surrounding scenery. Fang Yang noticed that Zhou Xin had taken at least tens of gigabytes of photos in the past few days. Fortunately, he had brought his laptop, otherwise he would have crashed the camera's memory by the end of the morning.
With that familiar whooshing sound, the bait, line, and float flew more than ten meters away. Fang Yang sat on a small stool, calmly waiting for the crabs to take the bait.
After taking a bunch of photos, Zhou Xin looked at Fang Yang, who was staring blankly, with boredom. "When will that TV series start filming? I'm so bored these days."
"It'll be soon. The filming location has been agreed upon, the crew has been assembled, and now we're just waiting for the costumes and props to arrive before we can start filming."
"Then go back and check it out. If the props are ready, I won't go back. I'll just wait for the crew to start filming."
"Okay, I'll ask when I get back. This matter is handled by Shanghai TV station, and they're probably on holiday too. I'll urge them when they get back to work."
"Hey, I think I see the buoy moving!"
Fang Yang looked at the float and saw that it was indeed trembling slightly. Crab fishing is not like fishing, so the movement is not as big. Fang Yang gently lifted the rod upward and pulled the rod at an angle towards himself.
A few minutes later, Fang Yang vaguely saw a crab hanging on the pig liver, clinging tightly to it, its two legs gripping the liver, and constantly putting it into its mouth.
I picked up the net and, just as the hook was emerging from the water, steadily placed it under the crab. As the crab hurriedly released its legs from the water, I scooped it up with the net—a large blue crab.
Fang Yang tightened the four legs of the large blue crab with rubber bands, then tossed it around. It weighed less than a pound, but it was definitely eight ounces!
In the remaining hour or so, Fang Yang caught five or six blue crabs and flower crabs, weighing a total of three or four pounds. Looking at the time, the sun was high in the sky, and it was not far from lunchtime. He called to Captain Xie and his companion in the distance, and they packed up their things to go back for lunch.
Captain Xie and his companion also had a very good haul. Fang Yang peeked out and saw that there were about twenty of them, including a swimming crab that weighed almost a pound and a half!
"You've had quite a good catch today. It seems Captain Xie's fishing spot is a prime location."
Captain Xie was also proud, "Haha, that's right. This fishing spot was shared with me by one of my brothers. I don't usually have time to come and try it out, but thanks to Mr. Fang today, I've had a great catch."
Fang Yang smiled. Captain Xie and his companion were both paid a fixed salary, and the catch from fishing was theirs. These past two days, they had come out with Fang Yang and his companion, and they were sure to earn several thousand yuan in extra income. Fang Yang didn't know how well the two had caught that night fishing, but he guessed it was quite good, since they were both very experienced and had been at sea for a long time.
After taking a nap at noon, Fang Yang didn't go anywhere in the afternoon. He stayed in his bedroom coloring the two paintings, taking advantage of the current vivid memory to quickly finish the cleanup. If too much time passed, the memory would be lost, and the final result might not be perfect.
Zhou Xin continued to act as a recorder, faithfully documenting everything. She watched as the two paintings gradually became more vibrant and colorful, transforming from a cold, monochromatic palette to a warm, sun-drenched display of color. Everything was brought to life little by little by her fair, slender hands.
Zhou Xin stared blankly at all of this. This man's hands must be the hands of God. He can write poetry, paint, write songs that are second to none in the country, write scripts, direct, and play musical instruments. Most importantly, he is an excellent cook, so delicious that it is unforgettable!
Fang Yang was so engrossed in coloring that he didn't notice Zhou Xin's expression, and even if he had, he wouldn't have guessed what was going on in Zhou Xin's mind.
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