The edible portion of the thirty-plus-pound red fish was quite substantial, yielding over ten pounds of meat in total. The two of them ate to their heart's content.
"The last time I enjoyed red fish this much was five years ago," Brother Jing sighed, glancing at the calm sea nearby. His hands itched as he moved to toss more Antarctic krill into the water.
"Stop tossing, Brother Jing! Look, I've already caught so many baitfish, just use those to fish, alright?" Han Qiwu quickly stopped him.
Don't waste such good Antarctic krill!
Only then did Brother Jing notice the deck full of baitfish. His eyes lit up instantly, and without hesitating, he grabbed a few and began hooking them onto the fishing rods.
The allure of baitfish to red fish required no further explanation.
Three minutes later, a red fish bit Brother Jing's line too.
