My Deep-sea Fishery

Xiang Yang rolled his eyes, "You think so beautifully, today's meal can eat up our supply for two days."

Fang Youqun smiled awkwardly upon hearing this.

Fang Youqun knew that Xiang Yang was telling the truth. This hot pot meal had indeed consumed at least two days' supply on board.

It's not that Xiang Yang is usually so stingy that he doesn't even want to give the crew members a sturgeon.

The supply Xiang Yang mentioned refers to vegetables.

In Antarctica, vegetables are really too precious, and there is no way to replenish them.

When many fishing boats arrive in Antarctica, there is no vegetable leaf on board at all. If you really want to eat vegetables, you can only use kelp or seaweed to make do.

Soon, the strong smell of fish filled the entire deck.

On the roof of the cabin, the male tiger-headed sea eagle showed its head and let out two low-pitched cuckoos.

"Brother Yang, does that tiger-head sea eagle want to eat fish too? It's barking." Fang Youqun said loudly.

Xiang Yang raised his eyes, fished out a large piece of white sturgeon meat from the pot, and threw it towards the roof of the cabin.

"Chirp—"

The tiger-headed sea eagle immediately let out a low cry, rushed out of the eagle's nest like a sharp sword, grabbed the piece of fish accurately with both claws, and then returned to the eagle's nest.

"Yeah, we haven't had dinner yet, so the bird will eat the first bite." Fang Youqun joked very hesitantly.

When Chen Qingsheng heard this, his eyes widened, "Eat it if you eat it, if you don't eat it, don't babble here, if you babble again, I'll feed you to the birds."

Fang Youqun straightened his neck and replied, "What's wrong? I'm not telling the truth?"

"Yes, what you said is correct. This pot of fish has been eaten by birds. Don't eat it. Come on, Master Chen, let's eat." Xiang Yang smiled and took out a piece of lotus root from the pot and put it in his bowl to cool. After a while, he sent it to his mouth and took a light bite.

One bite, the crispy and delicious lotus root, mixed with the sweetness of fish meat, immediately made Xiang Yang's eyes shine, it was really delicious.

Then Xiang Yang looked at the fish soup in the pot again.

Originally cooking hot pot is to put hot pot base ingredients, but considering that the main dish is sturgeon soup, the fish soup made from sturgeon is the best in the world. If you put hot pot base ingredients, it will destroy the fish soup Yes, so there is no seasoning in this pot of soup except for the right amount of salt and monosodium glutamate.

An Antarctic sturgeon is the base of this soup.

The fish soup, which has not been damaged by seasoning, looks bright in color and exudes a tangy fragrance.

Xiang Yang quickly scooped a spoonful into his bowl.

It was strange, when the fish soup was in the pot, it looked clear white, but when it was scooped into the bowl, it immediately turned pale yellow.

But the smell is even more tangy.

Xiang Yang didn't care too much, just raised his head and drank the fresh fish soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"Fresh, it's too fresh. Even though the shredded ginger is not added, there is no fishy smell. Instead, it has a very refreshing fragrance." Xiang Yang praised.

After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he looked around very strangely, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, why no one agreed with what he said, could it be that his sense of taste is different from other people's, and what he thinks is delicious, others don't think so Does it fit the taste?

As a result, after looking at it, Xiang Yang almost fainted.

A pot of fish soup was still full a moment ago, but now there is only half of the pot left.

On the side, Chen Qingsheng was gulping down the fish soup.

On the opposite side, Fang Youqun was not afraid of the heat, holding a fish head in both hands and biting it.

"Hey, hello, isn't it hot pot? Why do you eat the soup and base first, how can you eat this hot pot later?" Xiang Yang asked quickly.

Chen Qingsheng put down the bowl, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said embarrassedly: "Captain, I only drank one bowl. This soup is really fresh and delicious."

Xiang Yang couldn't laugh or cry and said, "If you want to eat, eat it quickly, otherwise, the whole fish will be eaten up by Fang Youqun."

With that said, Xiang Yang picked up the chopsticks and put a large piece of fish into his bowl.

When Chen Qingsheng saw him, he quickly picked up the spoon to scoop soup into his own bowl.

Whether it is fish or fish soup, the taste is extremely delicious.

Soon, there was only a pair of fish bones left in the whole pot of fish soup.

Xiang Yang stroked his round belly, still feeling unsatisfied, "After living for so many years, I finally know what it means to have a sweet tongue."

"It's a pity that there is no chili. Eating hot pot without chili is equivalent to not eating." Fang Youqun commented while belching full and biting a toothpick.

Xiang Yang glanced at that guy, "Okay, I'll ask someone to fry a plate of chili for you tonight, then we will continue to drink fish soup, and you eat chili."

Fang Youqun immediately put on a smile when he heard the words, "Brother Yang, I'm joking."

Xiang Yang rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to him.

Seeing that Xiang Yang ignored him, Fang Youqun immediately changed the subject and said, "Hey, why is that iceberg still there? Didn't it mean that mirages come and go quickly?"

Xiang Yang raised his head and glanced at the front of the deck. That's right, that iceberg is indeed still lying on the sea, as if Henggu existed there.

"Could this be a real iceberg, right? The previous water surface was a mirage?" Chen Qingsheng wondered.

"No, I've checked it with the equipment on the ship, and there is no iceberg ahead." Xu Fang shook his head immediately.

Xiang Yang pondered for a moment, "The reason for the formation of mirages has a strong relationship with temperature and light. In the Antarctic Circle, the change of temperature is generally small, and the duration of light is relatively long. It is not an option to wait here all the time. , or we can discuss it with Boss Gao, and the fleet will drive slower and pass through this mirage directly."

Xiang Yang originally thought that everyone would support his decision.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, it immediately aroused a lot of people's opposition.

"Captain, no, absolutely no." Chen Qingsheng's face turned pale, "I heard that inside the mirage, there is thick fog everywhere, and you can't see your fingers. If you encounter a real iceberg inside, that would be terrible." It’s over, and I also heard that mirages often appear in Antarctica, but someone took pictures and compared them, and there was no prototype of mirages in Antarctica.”

Xiang Yang felt a little funny, "Master Chen, don't you still believe this?"

Xiang Yang has also heard about this matter.

It is said that a scientific research team once encountered a very grand mirage in the Weddell Sea area of ​​Antarctica. At that time, the entire scientific research team was almost surrounded by the illusion of the mirage, surrounded by jagged glaciers.

Then someone in the scientific research team took pictures of the scene at that time.

Afterwards, the people in the scientific research team took the photos and went to find the glacier to study how the mirage was formed.

As a result, the entire Antarctic was searched, but the prototype of the glacier was not found.