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The trunk opened, revealing the impressive Sixty-Eight Jin fish. After filling up the tank, they drove to a nearby open space to sell fish.
Selling the Sixty-Eight Jin fish wouldn't be easy; each one cost thousands of dollars. Aside from those wealthy patrons looking to impress, most ordinary folks were just there for the spectacle. While they could cut the fish up and sell it here, this was a gas station after all, and setting up a stall would surely attract the attention of the staff, who would quickly shoo them away.
After selling a few fish, they handed two to the drooling customer from earlier. The manager was reluctant to give them as employee meals, which was understandable since he had used his own card to fill up their tank. So, they decided to give them two more and labeled them as employee meals. With so many employees around, those two fish would definitely be cooked for lunch.
With fuel in the car, they could take the fish out for a drive. They checked the map for a welfare home to deliver the remaining fish; the Sixty-Eight Jin couldn't be left out either. They cleared out the Yu Hu and prepared for another round of fishing in the afternoon.
After making a round at the market to buy some ingredients, they returned to the fishing spot where Wang Ergou and his group were already enjoying a feast. Last night’s bag of Mullet had turned into a grand meal, and the old man was quite reliable; he drove over right at mealtime.
Setting up the table, dishes were brought out one by one as they urged everyone to dig in. The old man grabbed his rod and headed back to the fishing spot to cast his line again. Early spring wasn’t ideal for catching Mullet; they preferred warmer temperatures. Late spring or summer would yield better results.
The weather had been nice lately, quite warm, so casting a couple of lines around noon should yield decent results.
“Wow, your cooking skills are impressive! You must do this at home!” Da Gui Wang exclaimed after taking a bite of his food.
The spread was indeed lavish—authentic Hunan cuisine—though it lacked one dish: Chopped Chili Fish Head. It seemed that last night’s big Fathead had been devoured by this old man; he certainly had a taste for it.
“This Hunan cuisine is authentic! You’re lucky to have met me; you won’t find many places serving such genuine Hunan dishes!” he boasted proudly.
Casually, he added, “I have a small restaurant over in Nanchang; if you’re ever in the area, you should come by and try it.”
Da Gui Wang wasn’t particularly interested in the invitation. Hunan cuisine was delicious, but many dishes came with a price—satisfaction for the mouth often meant discomfort for the stomach later.
“Do you run a hotel? Do you need fish? We caught quite a few this morning and have nowhere to put them. Remember to take two when you can,” he said. “Huchen are all big catches; we’ll let you have them.”
Since this old man owned a shop, he likely knew some fishmongers. They offered him two fish and asked for contact information so they could arrange for someone to come pick them up.
Yi Laoyez and his group hadn’t shown up yet to sell their fish; it seemed business wasn’t great for them either.
If selling was tough, they needed to consider other options. Otherwise, if they left them out too long, the fish would die and that would be wasteful!
“Huchen? No thanks! But if you have Fathead Fish, I’ll take all of them! Why don’t you catch some Fatheads instead? I’ll pay market price; take as many as you can!” The old man showed little interest in Huchen as he baited his hook and cast his line again.
Whether or not he was interested in Huchen didn’t matter much; he took down their phone number and called a fishmonger. Regardless of price, he just needed someone to come pick up the catch.
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