After taking a nap at noon, Chen Zhou was still full of energy around midnight, but his stomach was empty, and he was a bit hungry.
Using a homemade wooden frame, he set up the fishing rod on the bank, and lit a pile of fire behind him, planning to take advantage of the break to catch a few unlucky fish to fill his stomach—
The cooking ingredients and frying pan were all packed in his backpack, and he was already prepared for an all-night battle.
The flames of the campfire rose, and Lai Fu, who was already tired from playing, came over as well.
The dried branches burned with almost no smoke, blazing with the unique aroma of grass and wood.
By the firelight, he picked out a few non-toxic small fish from the bucket, gutted them, rinsed them in the lake water, and set them aside.
This kind of small fish has very fine scales, they become crispy when fried and don't affect the taste.
