The hot pot base from Sichuan isn't difficult to prepare; the key lies in making the red oil and using various spices to stir-fry the beef until it's fragrant.
For Chen Mo, who has stayed in Sichuan for quite a while, this is a piece of cake.
Chen Mo could even prepare the spices while watching the situation by the river.
Jiang Wenqing was holding Chen Mo's long fishing rod, and with Li Jingyi's help, he baited it with a small yellow lure.
This time, he was more careful and didn't swing the hook around.
After all, even the invincibly handsome Brother Mo had been ambushed by a hook before, so Jiang Wenqing obediently kept the rod tip pointing upwards, trying to get the hook as far out as possible.
When the fishing rod was fully extended, Jiang Wenqing was about to place the hook steadily into the water.
"Splash~~"
"Whoosh~~~"
Wu Xiaofeng, who was still waiting for a bite, suddenly froze.
"No way... is this fish dumb? How did it just hook itself?"
