As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 461 - Chapter 461 Chapter 314 Farewell My Rock Fishing Brother

Chapter 461: Chapter 314: Farewell, My Rock Fishing Brother Chapter 461: Chapter 314: Farewell, My Rock Fishing Brother After the entire ammonite fossil was retrieved, Chu Mingcheng took the fossil and fishing tools like the fish spear back to the boat.

The coral on the fossil needed to be pried off bit by bit, a delicate job that he didn’t have the time for at the moment.

Therefore, Chu Mingcheng simply took a brush and roughly cleaned off the seaweed on the surface of the fossil, with some areas in the crevices to be slowly cleaned later.

Since it was still early, he donned the fish spear and dived back into the water.

The fish resources in this area were simply too splendid; he had already been itching to fish while searching for the sunken ship earlier.

Now, not having found the sunken ship but having stumbled upon a giant ammonite worth tens of thousands, he had somewhat satisfied his craving for treasure hunting.

He then spent an hour fishing with the spear and caught five hundred jin of high-value fishes such as Stone Fish, parrotfish, and other varieties.

These fish had already been bled and were directly stored in the refrigerated hold.

It was only because the uneven coral reef was not suitable for sailing, as it was easy to hit the reef, that the Sea God didn’t approach closer, otherwise, Chu Mingcheng might have continued hunting fish.

But the distance was a bit far, and after dragging back more than five hundred jin of fish in one go, he was too lazy to go back again.

It was a little after ten in the morning, and Chu Mingcheng had already searched most of the coral reef. With three more locations to search after this, he simply signaled to the playful killer whales to leave.

Having roughly dried off with a towel, he did not change out of his wetsuit but went straight to the cockpit and opened up the Golden Spearfish map.

Based on the next route, Chu Mingcheng spotted a school of Big-eyed Gold Spearfish near the next destination.

There were a total of six hundred thirty-seven of them, forming a medium-sized school of Golden Spearfish.

This was a feast for the killer whales; even if Chu Mingcheng did not go fishing, the killer whales could fill their stomachs on their own.

After confirming the route, he piloted the Sea God to the location of the Big-eyed Gold Spearfish.

This time the distance was quite far, and it took two and a half hours for the Sea God to reach the destination.

Instructing the leading killer whale to hunt on its own, Chu Mingcheng took out a Black Skin Knife and Tiger Striped Squid from the refrigerated hold to prepare lunch.

The fish and squid were quite large, but since he ate a lot in one sitting, preparing a good meal at noon would mean not needing to cook again in the evening.

He placed the fish and squid in a small box, filled it with water from a hose to help thaw them.

Afterward, he went to the kitchen to retrieve the cutting board and knife.

Since the temperature in the refrigerated hold was very low, the thawing wasn’t quick, so Chu Mingcheng stood by the ship’s side to watch the killer whales’ hunting progress.

Although the Golden Spearfish were fast, they could still be successfully hunted when surrounded by five killer whales.

He only occasionally assisted in hunting food that was delivered right to their mouths; doing it too often could make the killer whales overly reliant and that would be troublesome.

After all, as wild animals, if fed for too long, they might develop a dependence and lose their hunting skills.

After a while, Chu Mingcheng saw the water turn red not far away as several killer whales began to share a Big-eyed Gold Spearfish they had just hunted.

Having watched for a while, he also noticed a small black dot farther away.

That black dot was next to a group of rocks, and upon inspecting it through binoculars, it turned out to be a fishing boat.

By the looks of it, there must be a Fishing Man on board who had gone ashore for rock fishing.

After traveling over thirty nautical miles for two and a half hours, Chu Mingcheng had moved from Public Sea to domestic waters.

This area was close to Treasure Island, and with many domestic Fishing Men liking to go to resource-rich areas out at sea to fish, it was not surprising to encounter other boats.

Chu Mingcheng put down the binoculars, checked the thawing fish and Cuttlefish, and finding the Cuttlefish soft enough, he picked up the knife to process it first.

He had a particular fondness for Cuttlefish. After removing the innards and peeling off the outer membrane, he was left with a transparent, attractive Cuttlefish body.

Not being fond of the Cuttlefish head, Chu Mingcheng chopped it up and fed it to the fish.

The body, however, he cut into strips for stir-frying later.

After cleaning the processed Cuttlefish, the Black Skin Knife had also nearly thawed.

Theoretically, a Black Skin Knife fish is better suited for braising or grilling. For steaming, the fish meat quality is highly essential, and the Black Skin Knife might not be the tastiest.

Chu Mingcheng was inclined to make grilled fish, but considering he needed to know the original taste of this fish, he decided to cut off a small piece of the fish to steam and taste.

After preparing the ingredients, he took the Cuttlefish and fish back to the kitchen.

To make grilled fish, it’s typically necessary to charbroil the fish first.

But since making charcoal is bothersome, he opted for frying, crisping the fish to a golden brown on both sides to make it equally delicious.

He spent an hour preparing the noon meal.

After transferring all the rice from the electric rice cooker into a soup bowl, Chu Mingcheng brought his meal to the table and began with tasting the steamed fish.

The fish looked appealing, snow-white, and when he pinched a piece with chopsticks, the fish was firm, not mushy.

Taking a taste, he found the flesh to be slightly tough but pleasant in texture, with the freshness of the fish present, yet not particularly intense.

The fish was a bit bland for steaming; it was better suited for braising or grilling.

In terms of price, frozen fish could be priced at a hundred and twenty yuan per jin, but the taste of this fish was more in the range of eighty to a hundred; its scarcity accounted for the additional twenty yuan.

It didn’t matter if it didn’t sell; he could take it home to eat or give it away.

Twenty minutes were enough to finish lunch, ten more to clean up, and then after resting for half an hour in the living room, Chu Mingcheng returned to the cockpit to continue the journey.