Oh no! I've been kept as a pet by a stray killer whale!

It's it!

That familiar figure!

Big Fatty!

It's back!

Moreover, its posture is completely different from before. Before, it was lazy and playful, but now it carries a fierce aura of returning from the hunt and the domineering presence of a "king returning."

"Awooo—!!!"

A high-pitched, long roar pierced through the waves and resounded through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the rough, loud Northeastern voice that he missed so much echoed in Jiang Che's mind:

"Little one! Stop digging in the sand!"

"The meat you wanted! Big brother got it for you!!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Big Fatty had already reached the edge of the shallow water.

Based on previous experience, it should slow down or drift.

But this time, it didn't.

Using the momentum of its charge, it jerked its massive head upwards, unleashing the terrifying force of its jaws, and then released its grip—

"Get out of here—!!"

Whoosh!

A silver-gray object was flung out of its mouth like a cannonball.

The object traced a perfect parabola in the air, accompanied by the silvery light refracted by the sunlight, heading straight for Jiang Che.

Before Jiang Che could react to what was happening, everything went black, and a gust of wind carrying a strong, fishy smell rushed towards him.

Holy crap!

He instinctively lunged to the side.

*Splat!*

A dull, muffled thud of flesh colliding echoed from where he had just been standing.

That sound was painful to hear.

A shallow crater was smashed into the beach, and sand splashed all over Jiang Che.

Jiang Che, still shaken, got up and looked closely.

Instantly, his eyes widened to be bigger than copper bells, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

What lay before him was neither rotten wood nor small fish or shrimp.

Instead, it was a fish over half a meter long, with a metallic sheen all over its body and a distinctive bright yellow fin on its back...

Yellowfin tuna!

And this thing is alive!

This large fish, weighing at least forty or fifty pounds, was thrashing about on the beach because it had been out of the water. Its powerful tail slapped against the sand with a crisp "slap slap slap," and each struggle displayed remarkable freshness.

"This...this is..."

Jiang Che felt his breath catch in his throat.

As a PhD in marine biology, he was acutely aware of the value of what he was looking at.

Yellowfin tuna, the "soft gold" of the ocean, is a top-tier ingredient in the sashimi world. In high-end restaurants on land, a single fish, cut up and sold, would cost at least several thousand, or even tens of thousands of dollars!

And now.

It was just like that, with a "smack," tossed to his feet like a worthless piece of trash.

"call--!"

A tremendous hissing sound came from the sea.

Big Fatty finished feeding the animals and braked in the shallow water. It turned to the side, its big eyes fixed on Jiang Che, its gaze full of self-satisfaction and an eagerness to see its child go hungry.

"How's it? Is this thing any good?"

Big Fatty's inner thoughts revealed a hint of arrogance:

"I swam out two nautical miles just now and saw this group of silly fish chasing krill. I figured this fish has a lot of meat, few bones, and is quite tasty, so I brought one back for you."

At this point, Fatty seemed a little dissatisfied with the fish's size, explaining:

"I was thinking of catching a big bluefin tuna, but that one was too heavy to handle. You can have this small one for now, just to tide you over!"

Small?

Just make do with this?

Jiang Che looked at the fish on the ground, which was thicker than his thigh, and almost burst into tears.

Is this what you call just making do?

If those nouveau riche who queue up for sashimi at five-star hotels heard this, wouldn't they be so angry that they'd have a stroke on the spot?

"Eat up! What are you standing there for?"

Seeing that Jiang Che didn't move, Da Pang got anxious.

It thought Jiang Che was still dissatisfied, and its big tail thumped the water surface impatiently.

"Don't be shy! Eat up! This stuff is best eaten while it's still alive! I usually don't give my third son such good parts; I just eat the liver and throw the meat away."

"Look how skinny you are, like a skeleton! You're so bony you're hard to touch! Eat more and gain some weight!"

"Otherwise, by winter, before it even snows, you'll be frozen solid!"

"Eat up! Eat as much as you want! It'll fill you up!"

Hearing this heartfelt voice filled with the care of a loving mother, Jiang Che's nose suddenly stung with tears.

What does it mean to say "it's really afraid I'll die"?

This is.

It's not only afraid I'll die, it's also afraid I won't eat well, afraid I'll get thin, and afraid I won't survive the winter.

Even though it is the overlord of the ocean, even though it has no responsibility to a weak human being, at this moment, it interprets what it means to be "favored" in the simplest and most brutal way.

Jiang Che's hands trembled as he pressed down on the tuna that was still thrashing about.

The cool touch of the fish made it feel incredibly real to him.

He looked up at the expectant head in the sea, a smile more painful than tears appearing on his face, his voice choked with emotion:

"Thanks... big brother."

"Really... thank you so much."

The chat room exploded with comments at that moment.

No one is mocking the streamer anymore for acting.

Because the sense of oppression from a top predator, and the image of that lively, wriggling tuna, simply cannot be acted out.

Holy crap! Real tuna delivery?!

[This orca is amazing! It really knew the streamer was hungry! It went out of its way to catch it!]

[Who just said Big Fatty left? Come out and take your punishment! He went to buy food for his kids!]

[I'm so touched, guys. My mom's never worried about me going hungry.]

This fish must have cost at least several thousand yuan, right? This meal the streamer ate up to my entire month's salary...

This isn't a survival story on a deserted island; it's practically a scene from "The Domineering CEO's Runaway Little Darling"!

Jiang Che ignored the frenzy of the comments.

He had only one thought in mind—

In order not to let down his elder brother's good intentions, and also for the sake of his own life.

Began to eat!

But he didn't immediately pounce on it like a wild beast and tear it apart.

As a biology PhD who had lived in modern civilized society for over twenty years, even in this desperate situation, he retained the last shred of dignity and rationality. More importantly, he knew very well that in this hot and humid tropical island environment, food safety was paramount.

Although tuna is a top-quality sashimi ingredient, no one can guarantee that wild fish are free of parasites.

"In order to avoid turning myself into a petri dish for nematodes, I still need to take some action."

Jiang Che took a deep breath, bent down, grabbed the tuna's slippery tail with both hands, and laboriously dragged it to a dry beach far from the high tide line.

This fish was too heavy, weighing at least forty pounds. Jiang Che had to stop and catch his breath every time he dragged it.

"Keep it up, little one!"

The big fat dog in the sea didn't leave; it was watching the "pets eat" in the shallow water with its family, its heart full of encouragement:

"Look how hard he's struggling! I told you he was weak! He can't even move a dead fish! Hurry up and eat, you'll have more energy after you finish!"