As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 503 - Chapter 503: Chapter 326 Fishing and Not Going Home, Then..._3

Chapter 503: Chapter 326 Fishing and Not Going Home, Then…_3

And several women passing by gazed with eyes sparkling, having already whipped out their cellphones to record the whole affair, then uploaded it to the internet.

“Are you still troubled by your man’s fishing addiction and not coming home? Let me teach you a good method!”

Numerous women, plagued by the concern of their men not returning from fishing, saw this video and their eyes lit up.

Not coming home from fishing, isn’t that just too much energy?

If there’s such an abundance of energy, then let’s deplete it!

The treasure of a middle-aged man is his couch, isn’t it? Starting today, no more couch!

Jiang Bo’s forehead was dripping with sweat, though it was unclear whether from cold fear or heat.

He had also considered that his wife greatly disapproved of his late return from fishing.

If she were to employ this tactic, as a man in his fifties, how could he endure like the young?

Seeing Chu Mingcheng look his way, Old Jiang suddenly felt a bit guilty.

But to save face, he maintained the role of a father-in-law and spoke gravely and earnestly, “Fishing, well, getting so worked up about it isn’t right. As men with families, we really should spend more time with our wives.”

“And you, don’t just think about making money at sea and keep drifting out there; you should spend more time with Luoluo too!”

“Yes, yes…” Chu Mingcheng tried to suppress a laugh and quickly nodded, “I’ll pay attention to that.”

The farce was somewhat humorous and full of loopholes, which greatly differed from his original thoughts.

But the current outcome seemed not too bad, at least Jiang Bo truly recognized his mistake.

Of course, in reality, Jiang Luoluo and Chu Mingcheng were overthinking it.

Jiang Bo had only recently become obsessed with fishing, but as a rather capable man, his self-control was still quite strong.

Had today’s farce not occurred, when Li Ying eventually raised her dissatisfaction, he would have adjusted his hobbies and family life to maintain a balance just the same.

Men who neglect their families wouldn’t change just because of such a trivial matter.

It was still early in the day, so Chu Mingcheng continued to fish with Old Jiang.

This time, he used corn and wine rice as groundbait and red worms as bait.

The effect wasn’t significantly better, but at least Jiang Bo wasn’t catching nothing anymore.

A brown Daddy Fish was reeled in, and though not large, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.

Why had Jiang Bo recently become infatuated with fishing, if not because of the constant unsuccessful attempts that left him unsatisfied?

He had tried many secret baits to no avail, and who would have thought, his future son-in-law, using only common ground bait and bait, solved his issue of catching nothing.

However, he failed to notice the helpless look on Chu Mingcheng’s face as he observed the fish in his hands.

As the father-in-law began to untangle the fish to place it in a bucket, Chu Mingcheng quickly intervened, “Uncle, this fish can’t be taken, you have to release it, or you might end up singing ‘Tears Behind Bars’.”

“What do you mean?” Jiang Bo asked, puzzled.

“This is a second-class protected species, a wild Songjiang Sea Bass,” Chu Mingcheng pointed to the fish in his hand and explained.

“This… it does resemble one!” Jiang Bo took a closer look at the fish and realized.

He had eaten Songjiang Sea Bass before, but only at restaurants where the farmed fish were naturally not problematic.

He failed to recognize it because the farmed Sea Bass prepared as a dish looked very different from the one before him; it was only after the prompt that he began to see the resemblance.

He hurriedly threw the fish back into the water to release it.

“Pity, finally catching a fish only for it to be a protected species.”

“It’s a coincidence; the chances of catching a wild Songjiang Sea Bass should theoretically be pretty slim. Uncle, your luck might be changing, and perhaps your future catches will be excellent.”

Encouraged by these words, Jiang Bo also felt his luck should change and continued fishing with renewed enthusiasm.

This time Chu Mingcheng stopped teasing him and didn’t join in, simply waiting nearby for a catch.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Bo successfully caught a Sea Bass weighing around three pounds, which made him ecstatic.

Fishing until almost eleven in the morning, he reluctantly packed up his fishing rod to go back for lunch.

Chu Mingcheng sought his consent and kept one three-pound Sea Bass, releasing the rest back into the Qiantang River.

The kept Sea Bass would be taken back to be cooked into spicy barbequed Sea Bass for dinner.

In the following days, Jiang Bo indeed became much more restrained in his fishing antics, and Li Ying’s face bore a greater number of smiles.

Once Jiang Luoluo knew the reason, she even performed a special show as a reward for him at night, allowing Chu Mingcheng to enjoy himself thoroughly.

However, restful times always fly by so quickly, completely opposite to the dragging days while waiting for payday.

After staying in Hang City for five days, it was time for the couple to return and get busy with their work again.

Jiang Luoluo’s situation was pretty good with a stockpile of videos, but he couldn’t keep resting, as Zhang Wei was now calling three times a day to hurry him.

Zhao Jun and Zhao Jiahang would still need to wait at least a month before they could go to sea.

Getting certified and hiring people doesn’t happen that quickly.

Therefore, during this period, Chu Mingcheng had to take charge alone, securing more seafood to sustain the business that Zhang Wei had kicked off.

Chu Mingcheng drove back to Xia City without that box of gold.

The plan to buy a house was put on hold again, probably to be considered after the engagement later in the year. The apartment in Hang City was already listed.

Clearly, Jiang Bo and Li Ying had not planned to let Chu Mingcheng cover the cost of the house alone and had transferred their savings over the years into Jiang Luoluo’s account.

It was night by the time he returned to Xia City. After a good night’s rest to recharge his energy, the next day Jiang Luoluo went to work, and Chu Mingcheng took the boat keys from Zhang Wei and the pets that had been temporarily entrusted to Chen Yang’s care.

The little dog was now three months old, extremely lively, and mischievous.

A dog of that age was like a four- or five-year-old child, a little terror that couldn’t be left unchecked for a day.

Little Heiye often needed to be disciplined by Chu Mingcheng and Jiang Luoluo. Fortunately, while Little Wujin was also active, it wouldn’t bite randomly as long as it had something to gnaw on.

They had finished their vaccinations and deworming treatments.

Chu Mingcheng planned to take them out to sea this time to train them to swim.