Chapter Twenty-Five: The Past

It is still a gentle river beach, the water is clear, and several fish can be seen playing in it from time to time.

However, unlike the last fishing site, the banks of the river here are not very dense because of the soft soil and the fact that they are often flooded during the rainy season.

Naturally, the dead wood in the water that was in the way no longer existed, which made it a lot easier for Yang Zi and them to explore and fish this time.

Under the guidance of Sima, everyone walked through seven or eight miles of muddy paths, and crossed a long period of damp rainforest, and when they reached the river bank of their destination, they were all tired and sweaty.

"Huhu! I said Sima, are we finally here?

God, this is definitely the hardest part of the journey we've had to go fishing in a long time.

You've been here before, did you walk here?"

Panting heavily, after finding a dry area, Tan Ziqing threw the things on his body and sat on the ground sighing.

"It's not that hard here, but when I was with my previous companions, I walked through even worse roads!

In your Chinese words, you call it pampered!

In this wetland, there are a lot of birds living nearby, so I visited it alone several times during the dry season last year.

However, at that time, the water level was shallow, and the road was a little easier. ”

Looking at Tan Ziqing with a strange look, Sima seemed a little unimpressed by his performance.

Ah Ling and Ah Feng, who knew a little English in the team, saw that Tan Ziqing was actually despised by a little woman, so they hurriedly put away their tired look, and stood aside pretending to be energetic, making Qiaoqiao, who was still rubbing her legs, smile.

"Haha! I'm despised by girls! I usually tell you to go to exercise with Brother De more and don't listen, this time I lose face. ”

Although he couldn't understand English, Yang Zi still understood the meaning by observing words and feelings, and spared no effort to ridicule Tan Ziqing.

He and Wood were the ones who had the most things in the team, but with their good physical strength, it would still be very easy.

Seeing that everyone was a little tired and couldn't stand it, Yang Zi looked at the time, and did not rush to choose a fishing spot, but packed up his things on the high ground where he was a little dry and early, and prepared to set up the camp first.

The environment here is relatively open, and it is not convenient for those ferocious predators to prey, so they rarely come here to hang out, and there is no external threat, and the choice of camp can be a little more arbitrary.

It just so happened that on the mound where they were, there was a flat land about 20 square meters wide, the terrain was relatively high, and it was not wet, so it was a very ideal camping spot, so he settled on it.

Time passed slowly, because there was too much delay on the road, and when everyone had finished resting and cleaning up the campsite, the sun had crossed the middle and began to tilt slowly towards the west.

After driving for half a day and working for so long, at this moment, everyone felt that they could eat a cow whole.

In order to fill his stomach, Yang Zi packed up a light hand pole, carried a bucket to the bank of the river, and began to fish on the spot.

And the other companions, who felt a little tired just now, also came to the spirit under the temptation of food, and they all began to be busy with the division of labor, either lighting a fire or preparing kitchen utensils.

Due to the frequent dinner parties like this, everyone is also very familiar with these routines, and soon, when Yang Zi catches a few tilapia and catfish that can be found everywhere in Africa, the preparations here are also progressing similarly.

Wood ran to process the catfish to be cooked and handed it to Yang Zi to cook, and the remaining few tilapia that his grandmother didn't hurt and his uncle didn't love were simply scaled, changed a few knives and inserted them with branches, and were taken aside by Sima to show her grilled fish skills.

On the bonfire, a pot of fish soup began to gradually become milky white under Yang Zi's cooking, and at the same time exuded a fresh fragrance of fish.

And Sima is not bad there, living in the wild all year round, and her survival skills are even better than Wood's.

A few tilapia were in her hands, baked at just the right temperature, and a little spice and sauce were smeared from time to time, and a burnt aroma also tempted everyone's appetite.

Everyone was very curious that such a weak woman could survive in the primeval forest full of dangers.

Under Tan Ziqing's inquiry, the other party proudly explained the reason.

When Sima was still a child, he was very fond of small animals and developed a habit of caring for animals.

When she was in college, she majored in zoology, and even formed a small team with her classmates to study how to protect wild animals whose habitat is shrinking as the range of human activities expands.

After graduating, despite the opposition of her family, she turned down the job arranged for her by her elders and came to Africa with a group of like-minded people, which was four or five years.

It can be said that Sima really gave a lot for the belief she adhered to, time, career, family, and her lover in college, but even so, she never regretted it.

In the words of the other party, the value of what she did was far greater than what she had lost.

If he just listened to others, Yang Zi would feel that it was difficult to understand Sima Xima's thoughts, and it was not worth it.

But listening to the other party say it in person, looking at the happiness and satisfaction on her face, Yang Zi suddenly understood that the bitterness that some others thought might be the meaning of her persistence and action in the eyes of Sima Xima.

This kind of insistence can be said to be noble or meaningless, but in any case, when the other party spoke about her past, she was admired and recognized by everyone present.

After telling his past stories, a few skewers of grilled fish and Yang Zi's fish soup were also completed.

She said hello to her companions, handed Wood a skewer of grilled fish, and then unceremoniously scooped a bowl of fish soup to taste amid the uproar of everyone.

Most of the food and beverage production methods in Western countries are relatively simple, and they do not pay attention to taste, but pay more attention to the original taste.

As soon as he drank the fish soup cooked by Yang Zi, Sima suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She was also very confident in her cooking skills before, and when the other party asked for grilled fish when she was cooking fish, she didn't have a trace of competition.

Because when those companions were still there, others admired her grilled fish, but after swallowing the bowl of fish soup in her mouth, the little self-satisfaction in her heart was suddenly hit without a trace.

Compared with the accumulation of 5,000 years of Chinese food culture, the cooking skills that Sima has learned can only be regarded as just beginning at best.

Although Yang Zi's cooking skills are far from being top-notch, after all, he has a profound background, and after tasting it, at least Sima understands that the dishes he makes are far inferior to the other party.

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, while drinking fish soup, she began to tell everyone some stories about her previous experiences, and those interesting things that happened when she survived in the wild, which soon attracted everyone's attention.