The morning of the twenty-ninth day, the sky was a hazy fish belly white.
Lin Yu'an didn't sleep in, his biological clock and inner anticipation woke him before dawn.
Today is the day to test the results of his bold gamble. He put on a heavy coat and stuffed the weighty "Underwater Scent Bomb" wrapped in birch bark into his backpack.
He stepped on the dark blue snow, quickly heading towards the Ice River. When he reached the number one fishing spot, the ice fishing hut still stood silently like a sentinel, but this time dressed in a white uniform.
"Crack—snap!"
Under Lin Yu'an's steady and powerful turns, the sharp blades of the ice drill made a nerve-wracking grinding sound.
He didn't bother with the previous netting hole but started a new operation directly. The spiral blades efficiently expelled powdered ice upward, appearing like a small white fountain in the headlamp's beam.
