Of course, besides grilling, there’s an even better option, which is hotpot.
Imagine this: outside it’s freezing cold and snowing, but you’re inside a tent on the ice with family or a few friends.
No matter how cold it is outside, you’re warm inside.
Every now and then, a lively big fish comes up through the ice hole below, and the best part is a hot pot bubbling right in front of you.
The pot is cooking all kinds of delicious ingredients, constantly releasing a fragrant aroma.
Just imagining this scene makes it feel beautiful, not because of the scenery, but because of a very special kind of psychological beauty.
Speaking of which, isn’t it warm and comfortable in an air-conditioned room, a heated room, or a room with a heated brick bed?
But compared to such comfort, the warmth of a tent propped up on the ground with a hotpot is completely different, giving a special sense of contrast and happiness.
At once, many netizens couldn’t help but daydream about what a unique experience it would be to eat hotpot, grill, and fish on the ice.
Especially some curious anglers from the south who long for it immensely.
All at once, anticipation for the upcoming next round of competition also heightened.
.....
Several days quickly passed by.
During these days, discussions about the competitions in the Three Eastern Provinces and ice fishing were buzzing online.
Everyone was very much looking forward to the new competition.
During these days, Lin Yang and his friends were not idle; the distance from Hui Province to the Three Eastern Provinces is quite far.
However, they didn’t choose to fly directly but instead rented a car and headed north, playing as they went.
The light music was playing in the car, and the people inside were either relaxed or cheerful.
This journey was not short, and whenever they reached a place worth exploring or having fun, they’d stop and enjoy themselves.
For Lin Yang and Yue’er, it was mostly about resting in the car.
However, Li Xiaopeng was the most restless one; somehow, he got hold of a cardboard piece and rolled it into a microphone shape, then pretended to sing without making a sound.
The world in the rear-view mirror;
The farewell getting farther away;
You turn your back;
Your side profile is still beautiful;
I chase with my gaze;
And hear your tears;
Wandering outside the car window;
Is the chance I missed.
The place you stand;
Separated from me by tears;
The street view keeps receding;
Your breakdown shattered outside the window.
I head north;
Leaving the season with you;
You said you’re tired;
The wind blows on the mountain road;
The past scenes are all my fault,
Counting the shame, how many times I hurt you.....
As Li Xiaopeng sang, he pulled a very invested expression.
When the lyrics hit a sad part, his expression was as if he would cry.
Though he seemed deeply invested in the song, he didn’t actually make any noise, so there was no worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep with his singing.
Seeing his invested yet comical look, Lin Yang couldn’t help but speak up.
"You’re so into your singing, why don’t I hear any sound?"
Li Xiaopeng chuckled, "Sound? If I made a sound, you could handle it, but passing ghosts couldn’t."
"Is it that exaggerated? Looking at you singing, it shouldn’t be that awful, right?"
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaopeng’s eyes lit up instantly.
"Cousin, you’re a good judge; I’ve always been misunderstood by countless people regarding my singing. Someone even told me not to make a sound while singing, otherwise I’d get hit."
"But you’re right, cousin. How can it be awful if I’m singing so passionately? Wait, I’ll sing it for you now...."
Saying this, Li Xiaopeng grabbed his makeshift microphone again.
Then he started singing softly to Lin Yang with a focused, affectionate expression.
His voice wasn’t loud, but his expression was extremely earnest, looking like a soul singer performing a heartfelt serenade.
Seeing this, both Lin Yang and Yue’er couldn’t help but sit up straight, ready to listen properly.
At the same time, Lin Yang was thinking to himself that as long as it wasn’t too bad, he should encourage him; otherwise, it’s too tragic that someone told him not to sing out loud anymore.
This is a huge blow to someone who loves singing.
Yue’er was also visibly showing some anticipation in her expression.
Even the driver nearby shifted his attention to this side, clearly having overheard the earlier conversation and was now preparing to listen to Li Xiaopeng’s singing.
Seeing himself getting so much attention, Li Xiaopeng seemed even more earnest, and even a bit moved.
"I’ve never gotten so much listener approval before; next up, ’Heading North’ is for all of you, my dear friends!"
With that, he began to sing with emotion.
The world in the rear-view mirror, the farewell getting farther away, you turn your back, your side profile is still beautiful
.....
Just after a few lines, the faces of those who were previously eager to enjoy the music changed.
Because Li Xiaopeng’s singing was truly bizarre.
Every word sounded like Chinese characters, but strung together, it was impossible to understand what the lyrics meant.
And the melody was utterly ridiculous; it wasn’t just out of tune — it was completely rearranged into a new melody.
One could even say, unkindly, that it was a completely new song.
It bore absolutely no resemblance to Mr. Zhou’s original work, the song "Heading North."