The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1590 Fishing Day (10)

Since they arrived very early, even after fishing for a while, the cold morning light piercing through the mist had just dissipated. After the sun brightened, everything seemed warmer.

A few people fished from morning to noon. Fishing is not a very labor-intensive thing. The most labor-intensive thing is anticipation. Often when you recover from that kind of focused anticipation, your stomach is already growling with hunger. up.

They started rushing back to the camp at noon when the sun was at its best, carrying the harvest of the morning. Even if the freshwater fish were better raised, these fresh fish could not wait until the next day to eat, so Schiller took all the harvest before going back. The fish is disembowelled, its internal organs are emptied, and processed into fish meat that can be cooked directly.

Natasha watched in amazement, mainly at the fact that a fisherman would not want to show off his live prey, and Schiller responded in this way: "This is not something to show off. Our harvest is in the ice. In terms of fishing, it should be considered very little, as Ivan said, the prey in this period are more fragile and easier to take the bait."

Natasha looked down at the only fish she caught. It was a trout, not particularly strong. Judging from the shape of the abdomen, it should have consumed a lot of accumulated fat, and it was destined to not taste very good.

"Well, it seems that you prefer challenging fishing." Natasha hesitated for a while, but she still didn't make the allusion in her tone clearer, as if she had some concerns.

While speaking, Schiller had already started to deal with the last fish, and it was only at this time that Natasha had the time to watch his movements carefully.

Schiller put a mat on the ice, sat cross-legged on it, grabbed a fish by the tail, slapped them on the ground, and hit the head with the handle of a kitchen knife, almost knocking the fish over. fainted.

And when he moved the knife, the muscles of the fish still had reflexes, so the process of opening the gills was extremely cruel. Once the knife went in, the fish's tail was raised twice, and blood flowed out. The tip of the western-style kitchen knife turned backwards, Schiller raised his wrist and turned the blade slightly, and the gills of the fish were shaved.

Then press the heel of the palm of one hand on the body of the fish, and the other hand holding a knife cuts thinly along the belly of the fish, inserting the tip of the knife vertically, picking out all the internal organs without any effort.

Natasha swallowed, it was really hard for her to ignore the movements of Schiller's hands, even when her targets - those wealthy businessmen took her to very expensive and high-end western-style private restaurants and visited the back kitchen, She didn't have any interest in the smooth butchering movements of the chefs. Humans and animals are different after all.

But what fascinated her about the movements of Schiller's hands was that Natasha could completely imagine how he used the same hands and the same crisp movements to cut open the chests and abdomens of other equally strong animals and take their internal organs. Handle clean.

Furthermore, some phantom pain that Natasha had never experienced before began to spread along the center of her chest to her neck, as if the knife had cut open her skin, and the hand was picking out the internal organs that could be preserved in her abdomen.

Natasha shook her head vigorously. Schiller had already removed the head of the fish and began to cut the fish into thin slices. The sea bass in his hand was the fattest one among the fruits of their labor. The fish was slightly pink and fat The colors are lighter.

Natasha made another swallowing motion, and she asked, "What are you going to cook this fish with?"

"I think the luncheon meat in borscht can be replaced with fish." Schiller gave the answer without hesitation: "You said, anything can be put in borscht."

"But I think that's a bit of a waste, because I don't think the other two groups can catch better fish than us. There has to be a main course, right?"

"So what would you like to eat, ma'am?"

Schiller asked very straightforwardly, and his tone was very gentlemanly, so Natasha really pursed her lips and thought about it, and said: "Although 'shuba (salmon salad)' is not bad, sea bass doesn't seem to be suitable for this dish. I also like smoked fish jelly, but I don’t seem to have so much time to do it.”

"Fish bread?" Schiller suggested a possibility.

"God, don't tell me you brought flour." Natasha shook her head, as if unreasonable, and said, "That's also a very time-consuming snack."

"But it's worth it to entertain you."

Natasha had nothing to say, so she shrugged her shoulders and began to pack the things on the ground. She picked up the fishing rod and said, "I'm not sure we will come here to continue fishing in the afternoon, so we have to take everything back , and you made a wise decision, we don't have to carry heavy tanks full of water."

"Trust me, it's pretty sensible."

Natasha soon discovered that Schiller's decision to kill the fish first was more sensible than she thought, because back at camp, Steve was saying, "I only have two hands, so even if I have No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to take four water tanks at the same time, and Nick and I still have half of the harvest, so we have to go back."

Natasha kicked the scattered ice cubes with her boots and said, "Can't you kill some fish first?"

"Jesus, ma'am, what nonsense are you talking about!" Nick looked at Natasha with an unbelievable look and said, "You don't know how many vibrant fish we caught, and I'm letting you witness How can you kill them before they are strong and vigorous?"

Natasha was helpless to the extreme, she knew that these two fishermen who only had fish in their minds would not consider that lunch would be postponed due to their actions, and Charles next to her saw her dissatisfaction, and comforted: "The temperature is lower than the temperature." We thought it was lower, so it might take a while for the flames to rise, so sit back and warm up, ma'am."

Natasha sat down on the fishing bench next to her, and Schiller then came over to put down his box. Eric glanced inside as if curious, raised his eyebrows and said, "You have already processed the fish. alright?"

Schiller nodded and said, "I don't have so many trophies to show off. The two of us have not gained much. There is no need to carry two heavy water tanks back and forth."

"I cook grilled fish, how about you?" Ivan stood behind Charles and said while winding the fishing line: "I caught a strong big guy, it should be the biggest among us, it is only suitable for steaming or grilling, cut it The finished fish is wasted."

"I promised to make fried fish bread for Natasha. I just brought flour, other seasonings, and a little vegetable. I'll prepare the dough first. We'll decide on the menu when Steve and the others come back."

"I have to save a few for dinner." Charles said, but he didn't pay attention to the dishes at all. His eyes flicked between Schiller and Natasha, and then raised his eyebrows at Eric.

"Cut out one, we'll make low-temperature smoked marinated fish." Eric seemed to be focusing on the dishes, and he seemed very relaxed, saying in an English accent with a weird German accent: "Just need some burning Incomplete charcoal, wrap the marinated fish and bury it."

"Or we can have some fish sausages." Schiller also suggested: "Because there is not enough time, we can skip the smoke and eat it with sauce. This dish can be left to cook at night."

"But what about the casings, what are you using as casings? Don't tell me you still have intestines." Natasha stared down at the fire, then looked up at Schiller.

After saying this, Natasha suddenly froze for a moment. She really hoped that Schiller would not interpret this as a pun or encouragement about cannibalism, but it turns out that this Schiller is really good at chatting, He just smiled and said, "I guess we only need to send one Russian to get enough bear guts."

Ivan sneered, but Natasha was very obviously relieved, turning over the charcoal fire slightly absent-mindedly and said: "In this season, hunting any bear creatures is not a good choice, they are usually hungry, but not yet. When it comes to hibernation, it will be very aggressive, and it will be even worse if you encounter a female bear with cubs."

"Hey, look at these beautiful little guys." Nick's high-pitched shout came from a distance, and several others turned to look at him, and saw him and Steve walking back with a water tank.

The two of them are indeed the ones with the largest quantity and the best quality of fish among all the groups. The four tanks are full of trout, sea bass, snakehead, American eel, and small squid.

"We thought we'd catch the salmon by the tail," Nick said with a pun, "but they left as soon as they spawned, and maybe we were three months too late."

"Don't be too greedy," said Charles, looking round the harvest and saying, "That's quite enough for us, even for evening and tomorrow."

"In fact, ice fishing is good for the surrounding ecological environment." Steve shrugged and said while opening the lid of the tank: "The reduction in the number of fish schools will help the remaining individuals share more food , so that the next year's population will increase and the offspring will be healthier."

"It's a bit superfluous to talk about this here." Ivan said while taking the last fish he caught from the hook, "This lake is too small, there are no large-scale populations, and the starved fish carcasses It can also feed their companions more, at least better than if you catch them and waste them."

Steve touched his nose in embarrassment. Americans are well known for their waste. He really couldn't refute this. Nick saw his embarrassing situation, so he changed the subject and said, "What should we eat?"

"The main dish that has been determined is grilled fish, the cold dish is low-temperature smoked fish, and the snack is fried fish bread."

"Damn bread, did someone bring flour? ... Well, Dr. Schiller is more considerate than others wherever he goes."

"This is to entertain a lady." Charles, who didn't get a response from Eric, raised his eyebrows at Nick again, but fortunately Nick was not as confused as Eric, and he immediately stared at The only remaining eye, with a very obvious white, looked back and forth between Schiller and Natasha.

"Nick, did someone tell you that you are like a Chihuahua sniffer dog?" Natasha said impatiently, she put the kitchen knife in her hand on the ice with a snap, looked at Nick and said, "Take care Your fish, or I'll chop them all up in one go."

Nick leaned back as if he couldn't offend Natasha, but at the same time nudged Steve, who was staring unblinkingly at the prize in the tank, and it was obvious that, He was the only one left in the audience who was still focusing on the fish.

"Come on, let our wonderful chefs show their strengths." Nick stood up and clapped his hands, took off the glove from one hand and tucked it under his arm, looked around and said, "But first, let's do it for them." Build a hearth, work equally, and enjoy the results equally.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, a little mocking Nick's tricks, but Nick still kept making similar jokes, and then he finally got serious and said: "We leave people who are good at knives here to handle the ingredients, and the rest Some people went to the nearby woods to chop some wood and gather some stones to make the campfire stronger."

"Let's get started, friends, a steaming meal awaits us at the back of the fishing season."