Mudfish Bro made a somersault, but his benefits had been revised; frustrated, he tapped his electronic wooden fish thirty times, hoping his luck would turn.
Meanwhile, Yanping gazed at the plump eel, feeling a tinge of craving himself.
It had been so long, and his stockpile of dried fish, sliced fish, and small dried fish must be getting low by now, right? When should he set a few traps to catch some fresh ones again?
He decided to suggest it when he got back.
Not to mention, if he caught a basin of small river shrimp and stir-fried them with green onions, he could easily down two bowls of rice!
On the other side, Qiaoqiao had already taken her online friends to the factory up on the hill.
"Kids!" Holding her phone proudly, Qiaoqiao showed her audience around the brand-new processing plant:
"This is our newly built factory, where all the sugar-roasted chestnuts you want are made."
The barrage of comments erupted with excitement—
