Xiang Yang rolled his eyes and said, "You wishful thinking, today's meal has consumed our two days' supply."
Fang Youqun smiled awkwardly when he heard this.
Fang Youqun knew that Xiang Yang was telling the truth. This hotpot meal indeed consumed at least two days of supplies on the ship.
It’s not that Xiang Yang is usually stingy and he is reluctant to give even a sturgeon to the crew.
The supply Xiang Yang mentioned refers to vegetables.
In Antarctica, vegetables are really too precious and there is no way to replenish them.
When many fishing boats arrive in Antarctica, there is not a single vegetable leaf on board. If they really want to eat vegetables, they can only make do with kelp or seaweed.
Soon, the rich smell of fish filled the entire deck.
On the top of the cabin, the male Steller's sea eagle poked its head out and cooed twice in a low voice.
"Brother Yang, does that Steller's sea eagle also want to eat fish? It's calling." Fang Youqun said loudly.
Xiang Yang looked up, took out a large piece of snow-white sturgeon meat from the pot and threw it onto the top of the cabin.
"Chiu—"
The Steller's sea eagle immediately let out a low cry, rushed out of the eagle's nest like a sharp sword, accurately grabbed the piece of fish with its claws, and then returned to the eagle's nest.
"Well, we haven't even started eating yet, but the bird has eaten the first bite." Fang Youqun joked in a very rude manner.
Chen Qingsheng glared at him and said, "Eat if you want to, but if you don't want to, stop making noises here. If you keep making noises, I'll feed you to the birds."
Fang Youqun immediately stiffened his neck and replied: "What's wrong? What I said is not the truth?"
"Yes, you are right. This pot of fish has been eaten by birds. You can't eat it. Come, Master Chen, let's eat." Xiang Yang smiled and took a piece of lotus root from the pot and put it in his bowl to cool for a while before he put it in his mouth and took a bite.
As soon as he took a bite, the crispy and delicious lotus root mixed with the sweetness of the fish made Xiang Yang's eyes light up immediately. It was so delicious.
Then Xiang Yang looked at the fish soup in the pot again.
Originally, hot pot needs hot pot base, but considering that the main dish is sturgeon soup, the fish soup made from sturgeon is the most delicious delicacy in the world. If hot pot base is added, it will ruin the fish soup. Therefore, in addition to adding appropriate amounts of salt and MSG, no other seasonings are added to this pot of soup.
An Antarctic sturgeon is the base of this soup.
The fish soup, which has not been ruined by seasonings, looks bright in color and exudes a refreshing fragrance.
Xiang Yang quickly scooped a spoonful into his own bowl.
It was very strange that when the fish soup was in the pot, it looked pure white, but once it was scooped into the bowl, it immediately turned light yellow.
But the fragrance is even more fragrant.
Xiang Yang didn't care about anything else. He just raised his head and drank the fish soup in the bowl in one gulp.
"It's so delicious. Even though there's not even any shredded ginger in it, there isn't even a trace of fishy smell. Instead, it has a very refreshing and subtle fragrance." Xiang Yang exclaimed.
After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he looked around in surprise, wondering why no one agreed with what he said. Could it be that his sense of taste was different from others', and that what he thought was delicious was not so tasty to others
As a result, Xiang Yang almost fainted when he saw it.
The pot of fish soup that was full a moment ago was now only half full.
On the side, Chen Qingsheng was gulping down the fish soup.
On the opposite side, Fang Youqun was not afraid of the heat either. He held a fish head in both hands and was biting it with a grunt.
"Hey, hey, isn't this hot pot? Why did you eat the soup and base first? How are you going to eat the hot pot later?" Xiang Yang said hurriedly.
Chen Qingsheng put down the bowl, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said rather embarrassedly: "Captain, I only drank one bowl. This soup is really fresh and delicious."
Xiang Yang was immediately at a loss for words and said, "If you want to eat it, eat it quickly. Otherwise, Fang Youqun will eat the whole fish in a little while."
As he spoke, Xiang Yang picked up the chopsticks and put a large piece of fish into his bowl.
When Chen Qingsheng saw this, he quickly picked up the spoon and scooped soup into his own bowl.
Both the fish and the fish soup taste extremely delicious.
Soon, only a pile of fish bones were left in the whole pot of fish soup.
Xiang Yang stroked his round belly, still feeling unsatisfied, "After living for so many years, I finally know what it means to have a fragrant mouth and tongue."
"What a pity, there is no chili in the hotpot. Eating hotpot without chili is like not eating it at all." Fang Youqun commented while burping and biting a toothpick.
Xiang Yang glanced at the guy and said, "Okay, I'll have someone fry a plate of chili peppers for you tonight. Then we'll continue to drink the fish soup and you can eat the chili peppers."
Fang Youqun immediately put on a smile when he heard this, "Brother Yang, I'm just kidding."
Xiang Yang rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Seeing that Xiang Yang ignored him, Fang Youqun immediately changed the subject and said, "Hey, why is that iceberg still there? Isn't it said that mirages appear and disappear quickly?"
Xiang Yang raised his head and glanced towards the front of the deck. Yes, the iceberg was still lying on the sea, as if it had existed there since ancient times.
"Could this be a real iceberg? Was the water surface before just a mirage?" Chen Qingsheng asked doubtfully.
"No, I've already checked with the equipment on the ship, and there is no iceberg ahead at all." Xu Fang immediately shook his head.
Xiang Yang pondered for a moment. "The formation of mirages is closely related to temperature and light. In the Antarctic Circle, temperature changes are generally small, and light duration is relatively long. It is not a good idea to always wait here. Why don't we discuss with Boss Gao and have the fleet sail slower and go directly through this mirage."
Xiang Yang originally thought that everyone would support his decision.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, they immediately aroused opposition from a lot of people.
"Captain, no, absolutely not." Chen Qingsheng's face turned pale. "I heard that inside the mirage, there is thick fog everywhere, and you can't see your hand in front of you. If you encounter a real iceberg in it, it will be the end. And I also heard that mirages often appear in Antarctica, but some people have taken photos and compared them, and they can't find the prototype of the mirage in Antarctica at all."
Xiang Yang found it a little funny, "Master Chen, you don't still believe this, do you?"
Xiang Yang had also heard about this matter.
It is said that a scientific research team once encountered a huge mirage in the Weddell Sea in Antarctica. At that time, the entire research team was almost surrounded by the mirage, and there were rugged glaciers everywhere around them.
Then someone in the research team took a picture of the scene.
Afterwards, the research team took the photos and went to look for the glacier to study how the mirage was formed.
As a result, after searching the entire Antarctic, the prototype of the glacier was not found.