Zhang Yang had spent half the day fishing and filled nearly half a bucket. Satisfied, he nodded and ordered their return.
Back at Moon Tail Island Base, Zhang Yang sent his catch to the cafeteria and asked them to pick out a few meatier fish to grill.
Unless an officer specifically ordered it, the cafeteria would never prepare grilled fish. Thus, when dinner came around, everyone throughout the base was eating standard cafeteria fare, while Zhang Yang alone hugged two grilled fish and feasted heartily.
"How was your day of sea fishing?" Gamboa asked with a smile as he carried his tray over and sat across from Zhang Yang.
"Not bad. Once they're grilled, there'll be enough for me to eat for several days." Zhang Yang nodded and pushed his tray toward Gamboa. "I forgot to have two grilled for you too. Take this one—I haven't touched it yet."
"Forget it. You had it grilled for yourself, and I'd be snatching one the moment I showed up. What would that look like?" Gamboa shook his head and declined Zhang Yang's offer.
Zhang Yang did not press him and pulled his tray back.
After taking two bites of his meal, Zhang Yang asked, "Do we begin our Patrol Mission tomorrow?"
Since the 23rd Fleet had been ordered to garrison Moon Tail Island Base for three months, it naturally had to undertake Island Defense Patrol duties. Today was for resting and making material reserve preparations; tomorrow, they would officially put to sea for patrol.
"That's right, but the Patrol Mission has nothing to do with us on the Supply Ship," Gamboa explained. "The mission is to sail along an elliptical route fifty kilometers outside Moon Tail Island Base for three days and two nights. A mission of that scale can be handled