As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 437 - Chapter 437 Chapter 308 Who is Really Old Six

Chapter 437: Chapter 308: Who is Really Old Six? Chapter 437: Chapter 308: Who is Really Old Six? Wang Lao Liu was also feeling helpless at this moment. Catching a golden spearfish weighing around a hundred pounds took quite a bit of time, and the sharks were certain not to miss out on this delicacy.

If Chu Mingcheng continued to fish, that wouldn’t be too bad, as the opponent could at least distract the sharks and give him a chance to sneak up a couple.

But now that they had chosen to stop, they either had to feed the sharks until they were full or choose to stop as well.

Checking the time and seeing it was already noon, Wang Lao Liu bitterly made up his mind, suggesting that the crew take a break to conserve their energy for fighting later in the afternoon and evening, then he himself went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Meanwhile, Jiang Luoluo walked into the cabin and immediately took off her sun hat and sun jacket, exhaling a breath of warm air, “This weather is just too hot.”

“It can’t be helped during the dog days of summer,” said Chu Mingcheng, as he also stripped off his sun protection gear and tossed it aside before heading to the kitchen to get the honey pomelo tea that had been prepared in the morning.

He poured a glass for Jiang Luoluo and one for himself, and after gulping down the pomelo tea, they instantly felt the heat dissipate by a great deal.

With the air conditioning running steadily inside the cabin, it gradually eliminated the dry heat from their bodies.

Neither of them rushed to make lunch immediately, with Jiang Luoluo taking out some pet snacks to tease the dogs while casually training them.

Hei Ye and the Metal Quintet wagged their little tails so fast, they appeared cute and endearing, bringing a sense of joy to anyone’s heart and mind.

Chu Mingcheng sat on the sofa with a smile, watching the scene unfold before him. After a while, he suddenly felt a fluffy sensation at his side. Turning his head, he saw it was Xiao Bai who had come up to him.

She was rubbing her body against his, coaxing him with soft meows.

The tabby cat wasn’t usually very close to people, like Xiaoju, Xiao Bai, and Xiaohua who generally played by themselves.

They were willing to be petted if he reached out, but for them to actively seek out his or Jiang Luoluo’s affection was generally out of the question.

Xiao Bai had a similar temperament, but for some unknown reason, she was particularly attached to him and often ran over to act coquettishly.

Luckily, this wasn’t the world of fantasy, otherwise Chu Mingcheng would have wondered if he’d wake up one day to find Xiao Bai transformed into a human being.

After a while, Xiao Bai lay on his lap, still allowing him to pet her head.

Jiang Luoluo, having played enough with the dogs, stopped her training game.

Seeing Xiao Bai clinging to Chu Mingcheng, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Xiao Bai is always sticking to you. What do you want for lunch? I’ll go cook.”

“Let’s have noodles, keep it simple,” he said, squinting his eyes and lounging on the sofa.

Jiang Luoluo nodded without disturbing his rest any further and went to the kitchen alone.

After eating lunch, the two of them did not continue to search for golden spearfish.

Today, the sun was blazing and the temperature outside was very high; being exposed to the sun for a while was enough to guarantee a peeling sunburn.

Chu Mingcheng himself couldn’t bear the sting of sunburned skin, even with his resilience to the weather.

The two simply showered and went back to the bedroom for a nap.

Time flew by, and it was already past four in the afternoon. Chu Mingcheng had actually been awake for a while but was simply lying there, not wanting to get up.

Jiang Luoluo, on the other hand, had a good sleep, finally recovering from the previous night’s fatigue.

The sunlight was no longer as harsh, and the breeze had picked up, dispelling the heat of the noon.

Jiang Luoluo, lying in Chu Mingcheng’s arms, playfully brushed her hair back and forth over his body.

Whenever he felt ticklish, her delightful laughter would ring out.

After playfully wrestling for a short while, Chu Mingcheng pinched her cheek and asked, “What would you like for dinner tonight?”

Jiang Luoluo thought for a moment, “How about hot pot? Didn’t we buy a lot of beef and lamb rolls?”

Chu Mingcheng naturally had no objections, and they both got up to prepare the ingredients.

Yet not far away, Wang Lao Liu, looking at the silent Sea God, once again put away his telescope in frustration.

“Bloody hell, a whole afternoon has passed and the kid still hasn’t made a move. Is he giving up on fishing?” he cursed.

Having wasted an entire afternoon, Wang Lao Liu’s ashtray was filled with butts, annoyed that it seemed like Chu was just blowing off the competition.

Did he really believe that just because he had almost a million more than him, he was definitely going to win this competition?

At that moment, Wang Lao Liu even thought about going to look for fish himself, but each time the thought arose, he quickly dismissed it.

The fact that he encountered a group of longfin tuna first thing in the morning made him realize Chu Mingcheng was quite skilled at finding fish.

Even though he had wasted a whole afternoon, in reality, other competitors often might not encounter a golden spearfish in a whole day.

Plus, he could afford to wait two or three more days. He didn’t believe Chu Mingcheng could keep blowing it off like this.

Moreover, why stick to golden spearfish? They could always fish for something else!

Seeing the crew occasionally catch some deep-sea fish, he was quite satisfied. After all, these were all money.

It was just that the crew members weren’t too happy about it, as their share was low and these deep-sea fish were far less valuable than golden spearfish.

Being under the scorching sun could indeed make one very irritable.

After a short while, Wang Lao Liu continued to keep an eye on the situation aboard the Sea God.

But what he saw almost made him spit blood.

After an afternoon of no activity, they finally made a move just to have hot pot?

Seeing the table on the other side piled high with fresh ingredients, Wang Lao Liu subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The food looked fantastic; he was a bit envious and considered having hot pot himself that night.

However, after thinking of the ingredients available on his own boat, he reluctantly gave up on the idea.

If only he had some small squid on board, he would not only have had a hot pot, but also a barbecue feast.