I Have a Lake as I Walk Through the Courtyard

At lunchtime, Grandpa Zhao was the first to arrive. Looking at the bland potato and cabbage soup, his face turned as black as the bottom of the pot. "Hey, why isn't there any fish or meat? Are we not worthy?"

Lin Feng lowered his head, not daring to reply. It's true what they say, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! Looking at his colleagues' eyes, he felt like a traitor!

After finishing his work, Lin Feng went to Chen Liansheng's office. "Boss, can I borrow the canteen's tricycle?"

"What do you need a car for?"

"I'm going fishing!"

Chen Liansheng, who was drinking water, nearly spat it out. "Going fishing on a tricycle?"

Lin Feng nodded seriously!

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you're going to buy groceries! Fine, I'll go crazy with you today!" Chen Liansheng said, tossing the keys to Lin Feng. "Remember to return them tonight, don't let them interfere with your grocery shopping tomorrow!"

"Got it!" Lin Feng took the key without the slightest hesitation. Chen Liansheng felt that his worldview had been completely crushed by this kid!

As Lin Feng rode his bike to the gate, Old Zhao, the security guard, saw him and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you ride your bike out? Does the station manager know?"

"I know which key he gave me!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go ask!" Old Zhao has always been a responsible person. The tricycle is an important asset for his family, and he wouldn't dare to neglect even an acquaintance!

A short while later, Old Zhao returned and looked at Lin Feng as if he were a monster. "I haven't gone fishing in ages. My boss just gave me leave, I'll go with you!"

"Sir, this isn't quite right!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" Old Zhao ignored Lin Feng and jumped onto the back of the tricycle. Lin Feng looked back and rode back to the courtyard house helplessly.

There are many places to fish in the capital. After returning to his courtyard and getting his equipment, Lin Feng rode his tricycle straight to the outskirts of the city! He dared not go to Shichahai again; the sight of those people with red eyes made him feel uneasy. With a tricycle, his radius of activity was much larger.

Old Zhao didn't say anything, sitting quietly in the back of the car, his eyes occasionally fixed on Lin Feng's back, muttering to himself.

After riding the tricycle for more than half an hour, we were already quite far from the city. There were far fewer people fishing here, so Lin Feng stopped the vehicle and randomly chose a spot!

When they were hanging the bait, Old Zhao came over to take a look. "Isn't this just an earthworm? Nothing special about it."

Lin Feng ignored him, took the ice pick from the tricycle, found a lake surface, and began to vigorously smash the ice.

"It's so cold today! The moment the boss speaks, everyone below has to run their legs off..."

"Alright, stop complaining! Want me to do it?"

"I can manage on my own!" Since the meat came out and he started eating spiritual spring water, Lin Feng's strength has increased a lot in the past half month.

In early December in Beijing, the ice was not very thick, and the center of the lake had not yet begun to freeze. Lin Feng simply tapped the ice a few times and it broke. After putting away his equipment, Lin Feng cast his fishing hook into the water.

Old Zhao sat down next to Lin Feng, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to chat for a bit when Lin Feng's fishing rod suddenly lurched downwards. "Damn, that was fast!"

"This is considered slow. The sooner we finish fishing, the sooner we can go home."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao wanted nothing more than to beat the guy to death. Before he could even reply, Lin Feng had already brought his first fish to the surface!

For the rest of the time, Old Zhao's mouth never closed. Lin Feng, who wanted to finish the job as soon as possible, was too lazy to even act anymore. He cast his line and pulled up the fish as if he were screwing in screws in a factory.

"This is so fake!" Old Zhao held the cigarette in his hand without lighting it, he didn't have time at all, let alone smoke it.

Old Zhao, who had been watching for a while, was itching to try it himself. "Little Feng," he said, "why don't I, this old man, give it a shot?"

Lin Feng glanced at the sky, then at the fish on the tricycle. "Once this one's caught, I'll let you have it next time!"

"Okay!" Old Zhao hadn't gone far and finally got a moment of free time. He took out a match from his pocket and was about to light a cigarette when another big black blizzard struck.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!" the old man muttered to himself, but his hands were not idle at all. Seeing Lin Feng struggling, he instantly picked up the net without any instruction.

When a silver carp weighing fifty or sixty pounds was pulled out of the water again, the old man quickly netted it. His face turned red from the effort, but he was incredibly excited.

"Wow, this thing is awesome!"

After using all his strength to throw the fish into the tricycle, Lin Feng put away his fishing rod. "That's about right, it should weigh over 100 jin!"

"With such good luck, why not stop fishing here?"

"Grandpa, one should be content. Look at the sky, it'll probably be dark by the time we get back to the harvest station!"

Grandpa Zhao glanced at the sky; it got dark especially early in winter. He watched Lin Feng pack his gear with some regret. "Tomorrow, come with me again tomorrow! I refuse to believe it!"

On the way back, Grandpa Zhao was in high spirits and kept talking. Lin Feng was also in a good mood, and the two got along very well.

"Lin Feng, I have a strange feeling about this. We've only been fishing for a short time, less than an hour in total."

"That's just luck!" Lin Feng didn't dare to mention his skills, for fear of being beaten up.

"Heh, luck!" Old Master Zhao's lips twitched, unable to refute it.

The two returned to the cafeteria. With so many fish, it was hard to say what would happen if they weren't processed by tomorrow. Without thinking, Lin Feng grabbed a cleaver and started working. With Old Zhao by his side, Lin Feng didn't dare to use his spatial ability. He chopped the fish piece by piece and marinated it until eight or nine o'clock in the evening before going home.

The next morning, Lin Feng skillfully upgraded the fire and looked at the ingredients that had been delivered, discovering that there was tofu! This was a rare find! Considering it was the dead of winter, he decided to make a big pot of fish head tofu soup!

Lin Feng was excited just thinking about the 20-plus-pound fish head. Although the purchasing station was small, it was never short of supplies. To avoid the fishy smell, Lin Feng added a lot of oil and chili.

As the aroma wafted through the air, Grandpa Zhao came over, drawn by the scent. "This smells amazing! Is it made with that big fish head from yesterday?"

"Yes, the little fish are still there!"

Old Master Zhao smiled. "I never thought this old man would have such good fortune! You wait here, I'll go get some good stuff."

A moment later, Old Master Zhao mysteriously produced a small bottle. Lin Feng opened it and smelled it – it was pepper. "Grandpa, where did you get this? Do you have any more?"

"Hehe! Just put in half a bottle, don't put it all in!"

"Alright!" Lin Feng tilted the bottle upside down and poured the entire bottle of pepper into the pot. Old Master Zhao's mouth twitched as he watched, and he almost plucked out a beard!

"You're asking for it, kid!"

"Haha, old man, don't be so stingy! If you don't put in enough, it's better not to put in any at all! Just wait and enjoy it!"

"You brat, give me back the bottle!" Old Master Zhao took the bottle back, looked at the empty bottle, and felt like crying.

"It's just a bottle of pepper, right? I'll have the purchasing department reimburse you later!"

"roll!"

"Alright, alright, I'll get you a big piece of fish head when I'm done fishing..."

"That's more like it..."