After greeting, Lin Yang got busy again.
The ice hole had indeed frozen over, but there were quite a few bubbles at the frozen layer's position—an indication that cold-water fish still need oxygen, and these bubbles were evidence of the fish moving under the ice.
After reopening the ice hole in its original location, he continued to fish with his crude tools.
Luck was on his side, for on his first attempt, he caught a fish.
It was a dogfish over eighty centimeters long.
Compared to salmon, the meat of this light-colored dogfish tasted fishier, and its texture seemed to be slightly inferior.
Lin Yang had caught and eaten this type of fish a few times before, but eventually he stopped eating them. After exerting effort to pull the fish up, he threw it outside the door without any hesitation, where it quickly froze solid.
