Feng Ye only took about a third of the fish balls, but even that weighed several dozen kilograms and filled more than half of a snakeskin bag.
There's too much food, and it'll definitely spoil since we don't have a refrigerator at home. We'll just consider the rest as payment for Jinghong Restaurant.
Carrying fish balls and other items, I hailed a taxi at the restaurant entrance and went to the passenger terminal.
Around 4 p.m., Feng Ye arrived at Lujia Village Wharf on Baisha Island. After waiting for almost two hours, the town's ferry finally arrived.
By the time we arrived at the village's dock, it was nearly seven o'clock.
The dock was filled with fishing boats of all sizes, not a single empty space, and there were hardly any people around; even the purchasing points had closed for the day.
Looking out from the dock, I saw that construction on the house site had ended, with only red bricks, cement, sand, gravel, steel bars, and other materials piled up.
These materials were all brought back by him during his few days at sea.
That's the downside of building houses on the island: all the materials have to be bought in town, which is not only troublesome to transport, but also expensive.
Without lingering, we went straight home.
Smoke curled from the chimneys of every household as they began preparing dinner.
"Brother Ye, you're back from sea?"
As soon as I arrived at my doorstep, I heard a familiar voice.
"Ah Can, it's so late, why are you still at my house?"
Besides the men of the Feng family, the courtyard was filled with workers on the land, and also with Ah Can.
"Ah Can has been helping out on the land all day, waiting for dinner." Feng Jiaqing looked up and glanced at Feng Ye as he walked into the yard. "What's that big bag you're carrying?"
"Fish balls, made from tuna." Feng Ye walked into the yard and put down the fish balls. "When you go back after dinner, A-Can, take some with you."
Feng Jiaqing lifted the burlap sack and looked inside: "Why are there so many?"
Feng Ye said, "That bullhead tuna weighed over 100 jin, and this is only a small part of it. Jinghong Restaurant helped with the cooking. I was afraid that if I brought too much back, it would spoil and I wouldn't be able to finish it, so I gave the rest to them."
"Dinner isn't ready yet, so I can take it to the kitchen and cook a bowl."
Feng Jiaqing got up, picked up the snakeskin bag, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Brother Ye, did you catch the bullhead trevally that made the fish balls? I heard that bullhead trevally are very strong, is that true?"
"Of course, that fish was really strong; it took quite a while to pull it up."
Feng Ye plopped down in the chair his father had just sat in.
"I heard from my third uncle that you went out to sea on a yacht. What's it like on a yacht? Is it awesome?"
"It's just so-so, not much different from the ferry to the county."
"That can't be..."
As they chatted, someone asked about their experience of going to sea.
Feng Ye didn't dampen their enthusiasm and gave them a vivid account of the story.
When the thrilling scene of the swordfish leaping onto the boat was described, everyone gasped in amazement.
When it comes to losing fish, breaking the rod, or sharks stealing tuna, everyone exclaims how regrettable it is.
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