It was rare to see such a plentiful catch all at once, and Seventh Uncle was still earnestly explaining to Qiaoqiao.
At this moment, he pulled out an eel that was struggling nonstop from the trap on the ground.
The eel's body was covered in mucus, generally slippery and difficult to grasp with one hand.
But now, Seventh Uncle pinched tightly with his thumb and index and middle fingers, no matter how the eel curled and exerted force beneath, it couldn't wriggle free at all.
"Scared?"
He looked at Qiaoqiao.
"I've eaten this before," Qiaoqiao said with a grin, touching the eel's cold, slimy body, "Dad says it's not a water snake, it doesn't bite people, it's an eel."
Seventh Uncle nodded in approval, "That's right, but if really cornered, it also bites, it's just that the toxin isn't very strong, just wash it with water and alcohol and it'll be fine."
There was more than one eel in the trap, and Seventh Uncle soon pulled out another and tossed it into the bucket:
