As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 602 - 368: The Biting Awl

Chapter 602: Chapter 368: The Biting Awl

For the next period, there basically wouldn’t be any big catches.

As night fell, Chu Mingcheng packed up his fishing rod and told the captain to head back.

Just then, Jiang Luoluo called, "Ah Cheng, I’m staying over at Bai Jing’s tonight, you do whatever you want this evening!"

What an understanding wife!

Knowing that he went fishing at sea, she understood that a fishing trip without night fishing lacked soul, so she intentionally stayed at her best friend’s house, just to give him a reason not to come home.

They had sailed out in the morning, but had to rest for several hours in the afternoon due to the heat, and evening fishing for just a little while was indeed not satisfying enough.

Now with Jiang Luoluo’s approval, Chu Mingcheng was naturally overjoyed, "Love you, wifey!"

"Ew~ Don’t be gross. That’s it, Bai Jing and I are watching dramas!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow!"

"Mhm, bye!"

Hu Xiangdong, who had overheard their conversation, was happy to see Chu Mingcheng could go night fishing, "The sister-in-law is pretty accommodating!"

"Maybe she’s gotten used to having a Fishing Man for a husband?"

"Good women are just like that, when you’re considerate and always thinking of her when you’re at home, naturally she’ll give you more personal space, too."

Chu Mingcheng thought about his previous two girlfriends and found what Hu Xiangdong said to be true.

Some people, when in a relationship, can’t wait to cling tightly to their other half, but they fail to understand that respect and consideration are mutual.

"Let’s go have dinner. We have plenty of time tonight, and we can go further out to sea to see if we can encounter some big fish."

Without dwelling further on the subject, they picked out some of the afternoon’s catch and took it to the kitchen for the chef to prepare dinner.

Seeing the chef, an idea struck Chu Mingcheng, "Is your chef here full-time, or is he a temp specifically hired for each trip out to sea?"

Hearing this question, Hu Xiangdong immediately understood his intention and laughed, "Mine is full-time and cooks for me at home usually. But there are temps too. I’ll add you to a group, and whenever you need a chef, you can call one up."

"There are chefs skilled in various cuisines available, though there’s some uncertainty with temps as some may not be free on the day you need them, and their daily wages tend to be higher."

"Speaking of which, your wife is pregnant, aren’t you hiring a chef to help with cooking? Pregnant women have many dietary restrictions. A skilled chef could make tasty food that she could enjoy more of."

Chu Mingcheng thought it over, but eventually shook his head, "My cooking skills are passable for home-cooked meals, and my wife isn’t too picky. If I outsource the kitchen, then what would I do at home? Having a maid to clean is enough."

"Wow, didn’t expect you had that skill! Why not show it off today?"

"Nah, let’s not show up the chef."

Amidst chatter and laughter, everyone gradually made their way to the dining room, which suddenly became lively.

Chu Mingcheng didn’t isolate himself either; he joked with the ladies, sipped a little wine, and enjoyed a very delightful seafood feast.

After eating, he stretched a bit on the deck, then the captain set sail again, heading towards deeper waters further out to sea.

"Ah Cheng, do you know of any good fishing spots?" asked Hu Xiangdong.

"I haven’t been to the northern side of the strait much, let me think," said Chu Mingcheng, who usually went to the southern side when he was in Xia City because the variety of species there was richer.

But he knew of a good fishing spot to the south here that could yield some tropical fish.

So he went to the steering room and personally piloted the boat there.

The distance wasn’t too far; it took only an hour and a half to arrive.

"There is a coral reef over here; I’ve caught some big Red Friends and tiger spots before. If you’re lucky, you might experience the thrill of catching big game today," Chu Mingcheng pointed to the water on the right side of the boat.

"That’s fantastic; if this spot yields a good catch, I’ll have to remember it," said Hu Xiangdong with a chuckle, taking out a fishing rod.

Chu Mingcheng’s rod was still the same as it was in the afternoon; he was not too interested in tiger spots or Red Friends.

However, he remembered there were some small prized fish here, so he planned to fish for those.

At this moment, on the seabed below him, there were clusters of what seemed to be little rocks.

But these were not actual rocks, they were a group of stone fish, also known as tiger fish, scientifically called rose scorpionfish.

The fish were brightly colored like roses, but their appearance was extremely ugly. They had bumpy, toad-like skin, and they were highly poisonous.

Regarded as one of the most venomous fish species in the world, the paradox of their nature is that the more venomous, the more beneficial.

Their flesh is tender without tiny bones, and they are highly nutritious. They are not commonly seen on the market but can sell for up to 150 yuan per pound.

Chu Mingcheng knew about the stone fish in these waters from when he went spearfishing.

He had other targets at the time, so he let this group of stone fish go, not expecting he would come back for them.

After setting up his fishing rod and line, Chu Mingcheng scooped up some of the live shrimp bait that Hu Xiangdong had prepared from the live bait tank.

"What are you planning to fish for?"

Hu Xiangdong felt like he was being left out of a secret as he watched Chu Mingcheng’s preparations.

"Small fish, you wouldn’t be interested," Chu Mingcheng replied mysteriously, revealing nothing.

Because stone fish like to camouflage themselves as rocks and hardly move, anglers have to try a different spot if there’s no response after a few minutes of putting down the rod.

Even with his special skills, Chu Mingcheng couldn’t make fish break their habits and come to him.

Chu Mingcheng, holding the fishing rod, first cast a line to test the waters.