Jing Ling felt that Yu Leyang's way of thinking was really different from that of ordinary people. As a public figure, your every move is under the public eye. Other people will try their best to pay attention to their image when going out to avoid being photographed in any bad light. He, on the other hand, knew that they were being filmed but still didn't restrain himself at all. He even behaved in such a weird way after suffering a loss not long ago. Although the circle is big and people will like any garbage, is it necessary for him to develop himself in a direction that goes against the public aesthetic?
Jing Ling was not interested in knowing the answer since he was just an irrelevant person anyway. He shifted his gaze from Yu Leyang to Qiao Qiao, who was sitting cross-legged beside the fire. "It's still a little dark now, the light is not good, and the visibility in the water is very low. We have to wait a while. I'll make a basket to put things in."
Qiao Qiao held her chin with both hands and looked at him, "Yeah."
In addition to the bamboo used to make harpoons, Jing Ling also placed a bunch of vines next to him, which were used to weave fish baskets. Its purpose is just to store things, not to be a work of art to be displayed to people, so there is nothing to be picky about the materials or craftsmanship, as long as it can be used.
But even so, Qiao Qiao was still stunned. Jing Ling has a pair of very beautiful hands, with slender fingers and well-proportioned joints, and neatly trimmed nails. Such a pair of hands like a work of art, grasping the slender brown vines and weaving, the movements are as smooth as flowing water. He lowered his head slightly, his facial features were impeccable, his long eyelashes trembled from time to time, and his expression looked so focused.
Soon, a simple basket took shape in his hands. The overall shape is round, about 40 cm high and 30 cm in diameter. When he was done, he twisted a rope out of the vine and fixed it on both sides to make it easier to hold.
Qiao Qiao remembered that he had made the hammock easily yesterday, and couldn't help asking, "Jing Ling, is there anything else you can't do?"
"A lot." Jing Ling smiled. He secured the last vine in place and the basket was ready.
At this time, the sky brightened. The sun jumped out of the sea level, gradually fading its initial orange-red color, and hung on the horizon.
"Let's go," he said to Qiao Qiao, picking up the basket and harpoon.
Qiao Qiao got up from the sand, casually patted the sand off his body, and followed him.
There are countless dangers lurking in the sea that can easily take a person's life. But it has more than just a scary side. The richness of the resources in the sea is completely beyond people's imagination. It is like a huge treasure pot where risks and opportunities coexist. You can never guess what you will gain or lose here.
Jing Ling and his friends camped on the other side of the island, away from the tidal channel between the two islands that sharks love the most. The weather was sunny and the water was relatively calm here. A row of reefs extended to the open sea, and when the tide receded, the reefs would be exposed above the water.
After choosing a suitable place for hunting, Jing Ling placed the basket on the shore and jumped directly into the water with the harpoon. Although the deserted island is located in the tropics and the temperature is not low, the sea water is still a little cold in the early morning, but this does not have much impact on him. He took a deep breath and slowly dived into the water. The water is fairly clear, and you can clearly see the corals growing on the bottom of the water, the water plants swaying with the waves, and schools of fish swimming in the water.
Just below, next to the coral reef close to the seabed, a grouper was swimming. Jing Ling adjusted the position of the harpoon in his hand and stabbed it fiercely. The sharp tip of the harpoon pierced through the grouper's body and sank into the sea sand. The fish's death throes stirred up gravel from the seabed, and the water in a small area around it became turbid.
Jing Ling exerted force with his hand and thrust the harpoon a little deeper to make sure the fish wouldn't run away, then he surfaced with his trophy.
Qiao Qiao was sitting on the beach and waved over here, "Jing Ling, did you catch it?"
Yu Leyang came over at some point and sat next to her, saying something to discourage her, "You're overthinking. Even in a fish pond, it's hard to spear fish with that kind of thing, let alone in the sea."
The sound of waves hitting the rocks, breaking into white foam, and quickly dissipating.
Jing Ling raised the harpoon out of the water and above his head. The grouper on it was not dead yet and it kept shaking its tail from time to time.
A slap in the face.
"I caught a fish! I really caught a fish!" Qiao Qiao jumped up, grabbed the basket, ran across the beach in a few steps, jumped into the sea, and ran towards Jing Ling. However, her speed slowed down after just a few steps because the water depth increased rapidly and reached above her waist.
"I'll come over." Jing Ling said with a smile, swam back with the fish, put the fish into the basket, then swam over again and dived into the water. Soon he found new prey, a slightly large black snapper, which was preying on small fish among the corals and water plants, with no awareness of the approaching danger.
He adjusted the position of the harpoon and stabbed it out with force, hitting the target again. The bamboo pierced through the fish's gills and nailed the fish next to the coral reef.
Jing Ling surfaced again, and Qiao Qiao asked excitedly, "Did you catch him again?"
He nodded and swam back with his prey. This black sea bream is very big, about twenty centimeters long and weighs almost three or four pounds.
Qiao Qiao cheered, "It's so big! It's wild and must be delicious when roasted!"
Jing Ling put the fish into the basket and said to Qiao Qiao, "I just saw something under the reef over there. I'll go take a look."
He dived to the bottom of the water again and swam to the place where he had just caught the black sea bream. He searched the nearby reefs and soon saw the target. It was a lobster, with part of its body sticking out from the crevice of the reef, and it looked quite large. Jing Ling swam closer, observed the lobster's position briefly, then stabbed the harpoon under the reef. After hitting the target accurately, he surfaced with the prey.
"Look what I caught," he said to Jojo, holding the harpoon high.
After Qiao Qiao saw it clearly, he was overjoyed, "Ahhh, giant lobster! Oh my god, it's a giant lobster! The most delicious giant lobster in the world! The ultimate gourmet giant lobster!"
The lobster that Jing Ling caught was really big, probably weighing three or four pounds, about the same as the black sea bream he had just caught.
He made three attempts without missing a single time. The spoils included two fish and a lobster, which together weighed more than ten pounds, enough to eat.
Jing Ling swam back, put the lobsters into the basket, and brought it to a shallow area where the water was no deeper than his knees. After the photographer took a few shots, he processed the two fish and the lobsters and brought them directly back to the fire. I cut three thin bamboos from the forest, removed the leaves on them, skewered the fish, and roasted them directly over the fire. He cut off the head of one of the fish, borrowed Qiao Qiao's stainless steel lunch box, cut the leaves that he had twisted off yesterday, poured the coconut juice into the lunch box, cut some coconut meat and put it in, and finally put the fish head in and cooked it directly on the charcoal.
As the water temperature continued to rise, the originally clear coconut juice quickly turned milky white, just like milk. After the soup boiled and rolled, Jing Ling moved the lunch box a little further out, and switched the heat from high to low. After simmering for about ten minutes, the aroma filled the air.
The simple version of coconut stewed fish head soup is ready.
The people around were simply amazed. Especially Yu Leyang, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He originally thought that he had finally gained the upper hand last night and could sing a song, but before he could be happy for long, his opponent started to cheat. He always felt that on a deserted island with such poor conditions, apart from the unscrupulous film crew who brought their own equipment and food, it would be a feast for their guests if they could cook some instant noodles. But what about now? Not only did his opponent catch the fish with a homemade harpoon that looked even shabbyer than a toy, he also had a huge lobster that made people drool. Grilling the fish over fire was to be expected, but cooking the soup was too unfair!
The milky white soup was bubbling in the stainless steel lunch box, and the air seemed to be filled with its fragrance, which had the taste of fish head and the rich aroma of coconut. Compared to this, the instant noodles they cooked last night instantly seemed inferior. Not to mention there were still two grilled fish and a large lobster that were not cooked yet.
After being slapped in the face again and again, even though Yu Leyang was thick-skinned, he couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up from the ground and walked back into the jungle, asking as he walked, "I'm going to look for a water source. Anyone want to join me?"
The three boys except Jing Ling responded, packed up their things and set off. Their thoughts were similar to Yu Leyang's. Not only would it be embarrassing to continue staying and being tortured by the delicious food, but it would also be extremely embarrassing. You know, when they were eating instant noodles last night, he was sitting next to them and chewing coconuts with a wronged look on his face. Things were changing too quickly.
Jing Ling just told him to be careful and then went about his own business. The reason why they were not kept was that although everyone was gathered together now, the groups were already determined from the beginning. It was both for survival and competition. So they wouldn't share food with him, and he wouldn't eat the food from his groupmate Qiao Qiao, because they took into consideration that she had limited food.
He took out the cooked fish soup, poured some of it into his small cup, and handed the rest to Qiao Qiao. The latter gave him a little salt in return. Jing Ling was filled with admiration as he watched Qiao Qiao take out a small box of salt from her backpack. If the program crew hadn't allowed it, he felt that this girl would probably want to bring all kinds of seasonings.
After drinking the delicious fish soup, my stomach feels warm. Jing Ling drank the soup while turning the fish and lobster skewered with bamboo, and soon the meat was grilled.
The crew looked at the two people sitting around a campfire, drinking coconut fish head soup and eating grilled fish and lobster, and they suspected that they might be doing a variety show that reads "wilderness survival" and writes about food.
The lobster looks so delicious, I am drooling QAQ
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