After extinguishing the stove fire, the aroma of the fish soup from the clay pot overflowed.
Although it was only made with fish and salt, it retained the pure deliciousness of nature.
Upon smelling it, Aaron's thin body started to rumble with hunger.
He ladled a bowl of fish soup for himself with a broken bowl, looked at the light red broth, and slowly blew on the steam.
If it were the young Fang Yu before, he would have been reluctant to eat the big fish he caught himself, and would have sold it at the fish market.
Only the small fishes and shrimps that weren't sold would be brought back for him to eat.
Bad fish and rotten shrimps were his staple food, and that was the way of life.
Occasionally, during festivities or when many fish were caught, crabs, shrimps, and various types of fish would be stewed together in a pot and sprinkled with Maomao salt for a feast.
It was said that this way of eating came from pirates at sea, so it was also called 'Pirate Pot'.
