Accompanied by the clear sound of splashing water, the spotted fish was flung onto the ice surface. The big fish, intending to surface for air, finally realized what had happened and struggled desperately, its splashed droplets quickly freezing into beads.
The fish was more than forty centimeters long, longer than an adult's forearm, covered with many spots, with a white belly and a brown back, and sporting a striking red line between its waist and abdomen.
Without a doubt, it was a trout, a plump and delicious trout.
Seeing the lively trout slowly stiffen in the cold weather, Bi Fang, who hadn't tasted meat for a whole week and survived on bark, felt his eyes turning red.
Meat!
Fatty fish meat!
The mucus on the fish's body gradually turned into ice shavings, the air filled with a faint fishy smell.