On the sea surface right next to the boat, a large, spindle-shaped fish was opening and closing its mouth, occasionally struggling and splashing water.
This fish looks almost exactly like the yellowfin tuna from yesterday.
"My God, this is such incredible luck!"
Wang Teng couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, his eyes sparkling with envy.
So far, he is the only one of the three who has not caught a big fish.
“Yeah, it looks even bigger than yesterday’s,” Fang Yi agreed, then frowned slightly. “But why is the color different?”
“There must be many varieties of tuna, this might be a different variety,” Zhang Qiang excitedly replied.
Wang Teng and Fang Yi both nodded, thinking that Zhang Qiang was probably right, but then they turned their attention to Feng Ye.
Their knowledge of tuna was limited to the yellowfin tuna from yesterday; they knew nothing else and were only guessing. The only way to confirm this was to ask Feng Ye.
Fang Yi asked, "Ah Ye, what kind of tuna is this?"
"In a sense, this is indeed tuna."
Feng Ye couldn't help but laugh.
When the fish was still vaguely visible in the water, revealing its enormous shape, he was pleasantly surprised, his adrenaline surged, and he almost tried to snatch the fishing line from Zhang Qiang's hand.
But once it surfaced belly up and was clearly seen, I was immediately disappointed, and all my surprise vanished.
It's like seeing a woman on the street with long, flowing hair, long legs, a slim waist, and a curvy bottom, whose back view is particularly charming, and then excitedly going up to take a closer look.
Damn, not only is she flat-chested, but she also has a face like a flower.
Do you remember Ru Hua?
This is the second time I've felt this way today.
The previous GT was like that, and now it's like that again.
This fish was bigger than the yellowfin tuna from yesterday, but it was shorter and rounder, like a big fat pig.
Its back is bluish-brown, its belly is silvery-white, its fins are light gray, and there are 4-6 brown longitudinal stripes on the lower half of its sides.
Without needing to look at the shape of each fin, Feng Ye recognized it.
This fish is indeed a member of the tuna family, but it is not the tuna that most people are familiar with.
This is a skipjack tuna, commonly known as a bombfish.
Bombfish: Can be made into the world's hardest food.
"It really is a tuna! I'm fucking awesome! Quick, get the landing net and help me scoop it up. Such a big fish, I'm rich..."
Zhang Qiang shouted excitedly, gripping the fishing line tightly with both hands to control the big fish in the water and prevent it from struggling to escape.
He didn't understand what Feng Ye meant, only hearing the words "it's tuna".
Even though he didn't catch it himself, Wang Teng was still very excited and ran to get the landing net that was thrown on the other side.
Only Fang Yi understood Feng Ye's implied meaning. Just as he was about to ask a question, Feng Ye rolled his eyes and said:
"Get rich? You're dreaming. This fish might fetch a good price in Japan, but in China, it's about the same price as that tuna from the past, very cheap."
Skipjack tuna has tough flesh and a strong fishy smell, so it's basically not eaten in China, and naturally it doesn't fetch a high price.
Even decades from now, it will only cost a few dollars per kilogram.
However, it is quite popular among the Japanese, though it is mostly consumed as a condiment.
Skipjack tuna is cooked using a special process, its bones are removed, and it is repeatedly smoked. Because the smoked skipjack tuna is as hard as wood, it is also called "wood fish".
The "wood fish" is shaved into thin slices, turning into lively "wood fish flowers," which can be used to make soup or noodles, adding a delicious flavor.
In addition, the granular seasoning made with smoked bonito as the main ingredient and various amino acids and nucleic acid raw materials is also known as "bonito extract" and is one of the most commonly used seasonings in Japanese cuisine.
"Isn't this tuna? How come it's so cheap?"
Zhang Qiang was dumbfounded.
He was just basking in the joy of making a fortune when Feng Ye's words poured cold water on him, chilling him to the bone.
"This fish is called skipjack tuna, also known as bombfish. In a broad sense, it is indeed a tuna, but in a narrow sense, it is not a tuna."
Feng Ye continued to explain, "This fish doesn't taste good. The meat is too tough to be used as sashimi, and it has a strong fishy smell and a terrible texture. Very few people are willing to eat it. It's basically used to make canned goods."
"Damn, no way? Then all my effort was for nothing?"
Zhang Qiang didn't want to waste any more energy pulling him up.
It's worthless and doesn't taste good, so why bring it up?
Wang Teng ran back with the landing net. Hearing Feng Ye's words, he was also stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Should we still scoop up this fish?"
Feng Ye looked at the skipjack tuna still struggling in the water: "Although this fish isn't worth much in China, it's still a big fish. Let's pull it up; we can sell it for some money."
When Zhang Qiang heard this, he thought it made sense. After all, such a big fish, even if it couldn't fetch a high price, could at least earn him some pocket money.
Wang Teng bent down, dipped the net into the water, aimed at the skipjack tuna's head, and then scooped it up with force, and the skipjack tuna was in the net.
The two men then used their strength to lift it up and slam it onto the boat.
The skipjack tuna was on the boat, still struggling, its tail slapping loudly on the deck.
Nobody bothered with it; it was just struggling in its death throes. They figured they could deal with it once it was tired of jumping around.
“You may think it’s not worth fishing for these cheap fish now, but once you’ve fished a few more times and truly experienced the joy of fishing, you won’t care too much about the value of the fish, you’ll only care whether it’s a big fish or not.”
Feng Ye stepped forward, kicked the bonito, and said with a smile.
Fishermen are after the feeling of pulling the fish to its limit; the value of the fish is secondary.
"When I was walking it just now, it felt like I was in a tug-of-war. The excitement was really intense, it was a great feeling."
Zhang Qiang was panting as he looked at the skipjack tuna still struggling on the deck.
"Isn't that right? Just think about it, when you tell someone you caught a fish weighing over 50 pounds, what kind of expression do they have? Don't you feel quite proud?"
Look at those fishermen of later generations; after catching a big fish, they would wander around on the road instead of going home, and you'd know the sense of accomplishment they felt.
"That's true!"
Zhang Qiang chuckled, imagining the envious looks on his colleagues' faces when he got back, and he couldn't help but feel smug.
Fang Yi was also fantasizing, a lewd smile appearing on his lips.
Only Wang Teng sighed and said, "Why are all the fish I'm fishing for small ones? I haven't caught a single big one!"
"There's still plenty of time, take your time, there will be opportunities."
Feng Ye patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the cabin with the already empty bowl in his hand.
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