My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 117 Never the Air Force!

It was already evening when we returned to the hotel from the market.

The sunset painted half the sky a fiery orange-red, and the sea reflected its magnificent light.

Lu Yuan took a shower, changed into clean pajamas, and was leaning back on the living room sofa replying to messages when a series of light footsteps approached from afar.

He opened his eyes and saw Chen Xiaomiao bouncing around to him like a butterfly.

She changed into a local-style sarong, a bright ginger yellow, embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread.

The fabric clung tightly to the girl's budding figure, outlining her youthful and alluring curves, revealing her fair and slender waist below.

Her hair was loosely tied back, with a delicate frangipani flower pinned to her temple.

With her pure yet alluring face, she looked like a goddess from an ancient painting, exuding an ethereal, otherworldly charm, yet her eyes and brows also revealed a captivating allure.

"Lu Yuan, take a look, isn't it beautiful?"

Chen Xiaomiao twirled in front of Lu Yuan, her skirt billowing in a beautiful arc.

Lu Yuan still had that lazy look on his face. He looked her up and down and nodded slowly.

"Hmm, clothes make the man, and it actually looks quite convincing."

"What do you mean by 'looking like the real deal'?"

Chen Xiaomiao puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction and leaned closer: "When I went to try on clothes just now, the manager of Duomai was so enthusiastic. She even gave me several pieces of cloth, saying they were for wearing in the water."

"Wear it while swimming?" Lu Yuan's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight. "Didn't you try it on?"

"What are you trying? It's so embarrassing!"

Chen Xiaomiao muttered softly, "I'm not going to try it, I'm not going into the water."

The light in Lu Yuan's eyes dimmed instantly, his lips twitched, and he sighed.

You're all at the beach, why aren't you going in the water...?

Chen Xiaomiao continued to rant to herself.

"Looking at that fabric, there's only a triangle in the front, and even less in the back, just a rope... If you wore it, it definitely wouldn't even cover your buttocks, they'd be showing..."

She subconsciously looked down, as if she were looking at her belly button, or even lower.

Lu Yuan asked with a chuckle, "What's being revealed?"

"No...it's nothing!"

Chen Xiaomiao's face flushed red instantly. She jumped up from the sofa and ran to the bedroom.

The next morning, Lu Yuan changed into local attire, a loose cotton and linen shirt paired with trousers, looking relaxed and comfortable.

Then he found a string of dark brown Buddhist prayer beads and casually twirled them around, showing a real sense of adapting to local customs.

The rooms, whether staff members at the hotel or local residents on the street.

Today, whenever they see them, they immediately stop, put their hands together, bow respectfully to the two of them, and murmur greetings that are incomprehensible to them.

Chen Xiaomiao was somewhat at a loss for words due to this display of force, so she could only awkwardly return the greeting in their manner.

Once they were a little further away, she tugged at Lu Yuan's sleeve and asked curiously, "Lu Yuan, why are they all so polite to us?"

Lu Yuan toyed with the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and chuckled, "I guess Duomai sent word yesterday to warn everyone to be careful."

What should I be careful about?

"Be careful not to offend me, the big boss."

Why are they afraid of offending you?

Lu Yuan stopped and pointed to the brand-new pier under construction in the distance, then to the rows of resort hotels along the coastline, explaining in a calm tone.

"Ten years ago, this place was a desolate wasteland that no one wanted."

It was my maternal grandfather who collaborated with the local government to develop tourism... building hotels, constructing docks, and paving roads, which created employment opportunities for most of them.

According to Lü Lei, this area is a newly emerging tourist coastline in Thailand over the past decade, and Chen Shu is the largest and earliest investor.

Lu Yuan's arrival now is simply a case of one generation planting trees and another enjoying the shade.

Chen Xiaomiao tilted her head, pondered for a while, her clear black and white eyes darted around, and finally realized what she had done and came to a conclusion.

"I know! He used to be Little Tree Brother, now it's you, you've become their landlord!"

"..."

Lu Yuan instinctively wanted to refute, but couldn't find any fault with it.

He coughed lightly twice: "Xiao Miao, landlord isn't a good word these days, don't pin it on me."

"Then what should we say?"

"We must talk about people's entrepreneurs!"

"I know."

Landlords are people's entrepreneurs

Chen Xiaomiao silently made a mental note of it.

……

Upon arriving at the dock, a beautiful white long-tailed boat was already waiting on the shore. The boatman saw the two of them and hurried over to greet them, repeatedly saying "Sawasdee ka".

The boat slowly sailed away from the dock, heading towards the boundless deep blue sea.

The boatman steered the boat to a suitable fishing spot, dropped anchor, took out two sets of brand-new fishing gear, handed them to Lu Yuan, and asked if he needed any help.

As a seasoned angler, Lu Yuan calmly waved his hand and began to bait his hook.

It was the first time Chen Xiaomiao had ever seen such a sight. Curious, she went over to look at the little shrimp jumping around in the bucket, and then at the fishing rod in Lu Yuan's hand, eager to try it herself.

"How do you do this? I want to try it too." "Just sit still and watch me catch a big fish for you, it'll be a nice treat for dinner tonight."

Lu Yuan cast the baited fishing line into the sea and leisurely leaned against the side of the boat.

Chen Xiaomiao followed his example, picked up another fishing rod, clumsily baited it with shrimp bait, and cast the fishing line with all her might.

As a result, the fishing line flew out with a "whoosh" and landed not far from the boat, splashing a small amount of water.

"Pfft."

Lu Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Chen Xiaomiao blushed and glared at him defiantly.

The two of them stood there quietly, each with a fishing rod, waiting.

But after waiting for a good half hour, the sea was calm and the two fishing rods did not move at all.

Chen Xiaomiao was the first to lose her composure. She put her fishing rod on the gunwale, propped her chin on her hand, and stared listlessly at the azure sea.

"Lu Yuan, why aren't the fish biting? Have they had enough to eat today?"

"Fishing requires patience."

"I have no patience."

Chen Xiaomiao put away her fishing rod, moved slightly, and cast the line again.

This time, just a few minutes later, the fishing rod in her hand suddenly sank downwards, and a huge force came, almost pulling her into the sea.

"Hey! It moved!"

Chen Xiaomiao realized what was happening, gripped the fishing rod tightly, and shouted excitedly, "Lu Yuan! Quick! There's a fish! A fish has taken the bait!"

Lu Yuan quickly stepped forward to help her hold the fishing rod, reminding her, "Don't rush, reel in the line slowly!"

Chen Xiaomiao strained with all her might, her face turning red, as she engaged in a tug-of-war with the large creature underwater.

The boatman also came over to help, shouting in broken Chinese.

"Slow down! Slow down! Big fish! It's a big fish!"

After a good ten minutes of fussing, a large, shimmering silver fish was pulled out of the water and was jumping around on the deck.

The fish was over half a meter long and had a plump body, weighing at least twenty pounds.

Chen Xiaomiao put her hands on her hips triumphantly and gestured with her chin towards Lu Yuan. If she were given another fox tail, she would be soaring to the sky.

"Lu Yuan, why haven't your fish come to a bite yet? Do you think the shrimp you hung up aren't tasty enough?"

Lu Yuan glanced at the lively, wriggling fish, then at his own motionless fishing rod, took a deep breath, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't rush, fishing is all about calmness and composure."

It's just a basic safety net for newbies, everyone's been through that!

But then, Lu Yuan completely lost his composure.

Chen Xiaomiao cast the fishing rod back into the sea, humming an off-key tune. In less than ten minutes, the fishing rod was back in a perfect bow.

"Here we go again! Here we go again!"

After another chaotic struggle, a slightly smaller sea fish was finally pulled ashore.

Cast again, and in less than ten minutes, caught another one!
……

More than an hour later, the water tank next to Lu Yuan was empty, while Chen Xiaomiao's water tank contained four or five fish of different sizes and species.

Lu Yuan was filled with doubt.

This girl... is she a fishing genius too?

He simply put his fishing rod aside, crossed his arms, and squinted to observe carefully.

Soon, he discovered something was wrong.

Before casting her line, Chen Xiaomiao never flings it out directly. Instead, she first tucks the fishing rod under her arm, then quickly twitches her fingers a few times with her free right hand, while her lips move silently in response.

Only after completing the entire process will she select a location and cast the fishing line out in a proper manner.

Good guy!
Can you still play like this?
Lu Yuan immediately stepped forward and exposed him, saying, "You big-eyed Chen Xiaomiao, I was wondering what happened, you cheated!"

"I didn't!"

Chen Xiaomiao stiffened her neck and put on an expression that said, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Tell me honestly, do you secretly consult the oracle before each casting?"

"You're spouting nonsense and slandering my innocence out of thin air!"

"Okay, you're good."

Seeing her shy yet stubborn expression, Lu Yuan couldn't bear to tease her any longer and simply raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright... We're a couple, there's no need to argue about who wins."

He changed the subject abruptly, leaning closer with a fawning expression: "Hey Xiao Miao... I need to ask you something. Next time I go fishing at the reservoir with Zhao Qiang and the others, could you help me out?"

Chen Xiaomiao cleared her throat, holding her fishing rod, and said slowly, "That depends on my mood."

After saying that, she tilted her head back, her face, which was slightly red from the sun and still wet with seawater, and brought it close to Lu Yuan's face, her fair neck forming a beautiful arc.

Lu Yuan understood immediately and took a quick puff.

"Is it a hit or not?"

"Hmm... OK!"

(End of this chapter)