Burp.
Lin Yang let out a satisfied burp and contentedly rubbed his belly.
"Brothers, after a sumptuous meal, I'm full. While it's still not dark, let's continue ice fishing, just to digest the food," he said.
He greeted the viewers in the live stream and then, with a pine stick in hand, got busy once more.
Since the snow house lacked glass windows, by three in the afternoon, the light inside had dimmed.
Lin Yang felt that the north wind outside was gradually dying down, so he crawled out of the snow house and stretched lazily.
The north wind that had blown all evening and most of the day had indeed come to a temporary halt; the treetops of the pine trees in the distance didn't stir at all.
Such weather was hard to come by at this time.
