As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 333 - Chapter 333 Chapter 278 Jiang Luoluo I Will Not Agree_2

Chapter 333: Chapter 278 Jiang Luoluo: I Will Not Agree_2 Chapter 333: Chapter 278 Jiang Luoluo: I Will Not Agree_2 He brought two foam boxes, put the Bull’s Eye Green Mackerel into them, and then moved them to the cold storage cabin.

Compared to other fishing boats that preserve their catch in ice, ultra-low temperature preservation clearly better ensured the freshness of the fish.

Today the sea lions had eaten their fill and had no appetite left, so Chu Mingcheng did not let them out to forage.

Tomorrow, however, he could let them go to the trench area where there were plenty of fish to satisfy their hunger.

The sea lions could dive up to a depth of 500 meters, so the trench area wasn’t a problem for them, but that wouldn’t be the case for seals.

Chu Mingcheng went to the bathroom for a quick rinse, mainly because he would need to bathe again after fishing in the evening.

After cleaning the diving suit and taking advantage of the last warmth of the sun, he hung it up on deck to dry.

As dinner time approached, Chu Mingcheng didn’t go fishing again. Instead, he rested in the living room and checked the price of Bull’s Eye Green Mackerel.

This fish fetched a high price in Japan, but the price stayed around 180 to 230 domestically.

It still depended on the region, like in Zhe and Fu provinces where prices were higher.

These two provinces were odd–despite being coastal, the prices for most seafood were high. Locals usually couldn’t afford it and only indulged during the New Year.

He had just spent over an hour catching 500 kilograms of Bull’s Eye Green Mackerel.

Calculating at 180 per kilogram, the value reached 90,000, roughly the price of a 200-kilogram high-quality Bluefin Tuna.

Seeing that it was about time to start preparing dinner, Chu Mingcheng got up and headed to the dance room to ask Jiang Luoluo what she felt like eating tonight.

When he walked in, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, deeply engrossed in something and hadn’t noticed him enter.

Chu Mingcheng curiously went closer, craning his head, then realized she was watching a video.

But it wasn’t the dance video he thought, rather it was a mukbang.

There was a princess-cut haired beauty on the screen, crunchily munching on fried chicken.

Watching her, Jiang Luoluo craved strongly, swallowing loudly with a tempting little kitten look that almost made Chu Mingcheng laugh out loud.

But he struggled to hold it in, not laughing until the video was nearly over, then asked, “Do you want fried chicken for dinner?”

“Huh?”

“Thud…”

A scream followed by the sound of a phone dropping unstable on the floor rang out.

After coming to her senses and seeing it was Chu Mingcheng, Jiang Luoluo immediately patted her chest, complaining, “Why don’t you make any sound when you walk, just like a ghost!”

“It’s because you were too engrossed, even drooling,” Chu Mingcheng said, finding her so adorable that he couldn’t help but pinch her face.

Despite her being twenty-six that year, her collagen levels were still high, especially with regular skincare and his pampering, which made squeezing her face very pleasing.

Jiang Luoluo swatted his hand away, denying vehemently, “I was not drooling!”

“How about I make fried chicken tonight?”

“Sure!”

After Jiang Luoluo raised her hand in agreement, she noticed Chu Mingcheng’s teasing expression and huffed, “I’m just not picky about your fried chicken.”

Feeling a bit proud, he didn’t burst her bubble but indulgently said, “Then rest for a bit, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“I’ll help out.” Jiang Luoluo picked up her phone and got up, following him to the kitchen.

Before long, the kitchen was filled with cheerful laughter and occasionally joyous giggles, as if a prank had just succeeded.

When the fried chicken was ready and brought to the table, Chu Mingcheng washed off the flour that had been smeared on his face and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

“Maybe some soda?”

“Aren’t you afraid of gaining weight, with both fried chicken and soda?”

“Are you saying I’m fat?”

“I wish you were a bit fatter…” Chu Mingcheng scanned Jiang Luoluo’s figure with obviously no good intentions, his smile saying it all.

She wasn’t naive anymore and immediately understood this man’s thoughts, rolling her eyes at him.

But knowing she’d lose if she engaged, she simply picked up a fried chicken wing and held it to his mouth, “Try this, it’s my first time making fried chicken wings, come on, open up!”

Chu Mingcheng usually disliked it when women insist on cooking but end up serving a table of disaster, forcing him to eat.

But this time, he immediately opened his mouth and took a bite.

Because Jiang Luoluo’s fried chicken was under his guidance, he didn’t need to worry about the taste being off.

The crispy skin and the muscle melted in his mouth, with a bit of juice, tasting quite nice, though the seasoning was a bit too much, slightly salty.

But it wasn’t a problem when paired with a drink.

“Is it good?” Jiang Luoluo looked at the bitten chicken wing and took a bite herself, “Mmm, it’s quite tasty, very flavorful.”

“Indeed not bad, worthy of my teaching.” Chu Mingcheng chuckled and pulled out two cans of soda, pouring them into glasses.

Then he added some ice cubes and a lemon and mixed up two glasses of lemonade cola.

A sip of soda and a bite of fried chicken, the occasional treat felt really good.

And the delightful aroma even attracted the cats over, meowing endlessly at their feet and occasionally rubbing their bodies against their legs to show affection.

Jiang Luoluo had already considered them, picking up a small plate of similarly fried chicken.

This chicken, however, had no seasonings added except a tiny pinch of salt.

Soon, the dining table was filled with crunching sounds from them and smacking sounds from the cats underneath.

After dinner was over and everything tidied up,

Chu Mingcheng had Jiang Luoluo head to the wheelhouse to drive around the reef’s outskirts while he positioned crab and shrimp traps.