My Deep-sea Fishery

Of course, only once in a while.

Humans do not have the defense system as strong as animals, and eating too much krill without their shells can cause physical discomfort.

The sky is still snowing heavily.

Xiang Yang let out a sigh of relief, and then tightened his thermal clothing. He now understands why the snowstorm in Antarctica is called a murderous wind.

It's only snowing, and it's so cold without wind. If there is more wind, it's no wonder people don't freeze.

Chen Qingsheng took out a box of shelled krill and showed it to Xiang Yang.

"This shell should feel like it's been peeled off, but it's going to be eaten by everyone." Xiang Yang grabbed a handful, but didn't look carefully, but asked Chen Qingsheng.

"Don't worry, Captain, I've told everyone that no one will cheat on this kind of thing." Chen Qingsheng said with a smile.

Xiang Yang nodded, "Don't tell me, this krill looks crystal clear after peeling off its shell, and it's pretty pretty."

"I also look very appetizing, but I don't dare to eat more of this stuff. Cook me a porridge at noon, and put some shrimp in the porridge." Gao Chuang said.

Xiang Yang grinned, in fact, he also likes to eat shrimp porridge.

The porridge cooked with krill and shrimp is delicious, with a very strong seafood flavor.

In fact, the best way to eat krill is to stir-fry it with chili oil and shredded ginger.

However, including the crew on Xiang Yang's ship, everyone in the entire fleet doesn't like chili very much.

"Okay, then I'll ask someone to cook shrimp porridge in a while, and cook ten pots to ensure that everyone in the entire fleet is well fed." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

In Antarctica, krill are plentiful and easy to catch.

But shelling krill is no easy task.

If the entire fleet were to be invited to eat stir-fried krill, Xiang Yang might still be a little bit pained, because he would have to eat a lot of Antarctic krill that had been shelled.

But Xiang Yang didn't care about making porridge.

A pot of porridge can hold no more than two catties of shrimp, which is enough for a boat to eat. Such a small amount of krill can be peeled back in one go.

"Okay, then I will thank Boss Xiang on behalf of the brothers." Gao Chuang said with a smile.

"Why are you being polite?" Xiang Yang waved his hands with a smile, then looked at Chen Qingsheng and said, "Master Chen, cooking porridge is hard work for you."

"Hey, what's the hard work here, isn't it just cooking a meal?"

Chen Qingsheng smiled heartily, then turned his head and shouted to the deck: "The captain said, we will have krill porridge later, and anyone who knows how to make porridge will follow me to the kitchen."

"Porridge?"

"Krill porridge?"

The crew members immediately looked in Chen Qingsheng's direction one by one, with excited expressions on their faces.

The life of the crew sailing in Antarctica is so hard and happy.

Although it is in a cold blizzard, you can enjoy all kinds of delicious seafood in the Antarctic sea, pain and happiness.

Gao Chuang asked a crew member beside him for a cigarette, lit it up and took a puff, then said with a smile: "The taste of this krill is actually really good. If it weren't for the poisonous shrimp shell, I would eat half of it in a row." It’s been a month, and I can still eat.”

Xiang Yang smiled and said nothing, just listen to Gao Chuang's words, don't believe it, because no matter how delicious something is, it won't taste good if you eat too much.

There was a crew member on Xiangyang’s boat who liked to eat olives. Once when Xiangyang was out at sea, the crew took out a bottle of olives and gave them to everyone. Everyone said that the olives were delicious.

Xiang Yang also tasted a little bit, and it tasted really good.

So the next time he goes to sea, Xiang Yang prepares a large amount of olive vegetables on board as spare food, and promises that the crew can eat with open stomachs.

On that day, many crew members on the ship took the olives as snacks, and each person ate several bottles a day.

As a result, the next day, everyone vomited after eating all the food. They vomited so much that they felt the taste of olives in their stomachs. Many people swore on the spot that they would never eat olives again in their life.

White rice porridge does not need to be cooked for too long, and Antarctic krill is cooked as soon as it is heated.

Soon, a crew member brought Xiang Yang a large bowl of krill porridge in an aluminum box.

In the terrible weather in Antarctica, the porridge will be almost cold just after it comes out of the pot. If you wait a little longer, the whole food box may freeze.

Xiang Yang quickly took a sip.

Sure enough, so fresh.

The umami taste of krill and the fragrance of millet, the two are mixed together, and the taste is a must.

"Mark."

"Snapped!"

At this time, a very strange cry came from the deck.

Xiang Yang looked down.

It turned out that the anesthesia effect of the harp seal had passed and woke up. At this moment, it was looking eagerly at the moment in Xiang Yang's hand. One of its forelimbs kept slapping its belly vigorously, making a loud noise, as if to say, it It also wants to eat, its stomach is now empty.

"Seals also drink porridge?" Chen Qingsheng asked in surprise.

"Hehe, maybe it smells like krill in the porridge." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

Xiang Yang has no doubts about whether seals can drink porridge.

Dogs are also carnivores, but they can eat porridge and rice.

"Share it?" Chen Qingsheng asked tentatively.

"Is there any extra?" Xiang Yang asked.

"There must be." Chen Qingsheng nodded.

Chen Qingsheng understands Xiang Yang's character, as long as Xiang Yang says he wants to treat guests, no matter who he invites, he will definitely make the other party full. Therefore, when making porridge, Chen Qingsheng would rather cook more, even if there are some leftovers, he will eat more. It's better than a little while is not enough for everyone to share.

"Since there are many, then go get a basin and scoop up a basin for this seal." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

"Alright." Chen Qingsheng agreed with a smile, "I'll go right away."

Before he knew it, Xiang Yang finished the porridge in the food box.

Xiang Yang hiccupped, looked up at the sky and said, "Why is it snowing again? It's never over."

While drinking porridge just now, the snow in the sky stopped for a while.

Now that the porridge was finished, Xiang Yang found that the snow seemed to be bigger than it was at the beginning, and it only stopped for a few minutes in the middle.

"Where are we now? The real heavy snow hasn't started yet." Gao Chuang has been to Antarctica and experienced a snowstorm. If the road is closed, then the snow is considered small."

Except for Xu Fang, Chen Qingsheng, Chen Fusheng, Zhou Wang, and Xu Fang, the people on Xiang Yang's boat have never been to the South Pole, let alone experienced the heavy snow in the South Pole. All of a sudden they were a little scared.

"Mr. Gao, what should we do if the road is blocked by heavy snow?" Xia Pengjie asked eagerly.

"The road is closed, so what else can I do?" Gao Chuang said nonchalantly.