Seeing how absorbed Li Yuhe was in fishing, Li Long thought that at this rate, even dinner might not taste good. He put away the cast net and said, "Sir, how about we come back tomorrow? That's enough for today. Let's head back and get ready for dinner."
Li Yuhe looked up at the sky and said, still reluctant to stop, "Let's fish a little longer. Didn't you say there were crabs in this reservoir? I've seen shrimp, but not a single crab."
"It's too bright out. The crabs don't dare come out," Li Long said. "Around eleven or twelve tonight, we can come here with flashlights and catch them."
Li Yuhe immediately perked up. Watching his float, he said, "Really? Then let's come back tonight!"
It was no wonder he was so interested. At this time, nobody anywhere in Southern and Northern Xinjiang raised crabs. Most locals had never seen a live crab. They appeared in films and television programs, but that was different.
An angler like Li Yuhe was naturally even more interested in these creatures living in the water. Never mind eating them-if he got to experience catching crabs, he could talk about it for six months after he went home.
Li Long seized the opportunity. "Then let's head back first. These fish need cleaning when we get back. There's no refrigerator at Old Ma's Place, so they won't keep.
"We can get back in time for dinner, have a rest, and come out to catch crabs once it's dark."
This time, Li Yuhe did not refuse. Reeling in his line, he said, "All right, all right, let's go now. By the way, are the crabs here big? Are they Chinese mitten crabs? I hear they're delicious steamed. The milt and roe inside are especially tasty..."
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