Yun Che fished while singing a famous song wildly off-key in his tone-deaf voice.
"Grandpa only has a chicken coop, I want to knife and fork my brother, struck by lightning everywhere, steal my ducks and sell them to Wang Zhiyong in the village, still afraid that one day I'll get knifed, oh~ what a fine knife..."
"You haven't bitten in all this time. Don't make me use a heavy sinker to find the bottom, or just pump all the water out!"
Perhaps the fish sensed Yun Che's resentment. The float finally bobbed a few times, then swiftly sank beneath the surface.
"Up you come!"
Yun Che quickly raised his rod. He had indeed caught something, but it was only as long as a finger-two mouthfuls at most.
"Oh well, something's better than nothing."
With that, Yun Che picked up his scissors and began the sacred ritual of gutting it, removing its impurities. Then he rubbed its body with scallions and ginger to dispel its resentment, coated it in a thin layer of starch, and placed it into hot oil to purify its soul.
The entire process was so smooth that any fish witnessing it would have shuddered three times. It was utterly terrifying.
Sizzle, sizzle!
Once it was fried golden on both sides, crisp outside and tender inside, Yun Che scooped out the purified fish and sprinkled chili powder over it. He bit off more than half in one mouthful, then took a sip of liquor. It was wonderfully satisfying.
"Mm, frying really does bring out the flavor. No need to pick out the bones."
"Looks like there aren't any fish left in the pond. I'll have to find some time to restock from the Eastern Sea."
Beside him, the Spitting Fire Dragon drooled with longing, but there were