Liu Yang and his colleagues finished eating the fish, even sucking on the fish bones in their bowls for a while, and finally drank up the excess soup in one gulp.
Unexpectedly, the soup was even more flavorful than the fish meat, and after drinking it, his lips felt a bit sticky.
"If only we could have one more," Liu Yang said to Chen Mo, looking longingly at the steaming pot.
"Yangzai, look over there!"
Liu Yang followed his colleague's direction and saw the previously despondent driver now leaning on the side of the truck, frantically scooping up fish!
Every time he caught a fish, he would put it in a plastic bag, scoop some water in, and hang it on a hook for the buyer to take.
Liu Yang squinted, "This is a good thing. I heard the elder say if the goods on this truck are ruined, he has to pay 50,000. As long as the fish are alive, he can sell as many as possible to reduce some losses. Let's go help!"
