I'm a junior in college this year, and I've linked my fishing check-in system.

Jiang Qian was completely dumbfounded.

He had considered that Jiang Zhiguo might steal his catch, but he never imagined that Jiang Zhiguo would actually do something like smashing the fishing float into his net...

However, he was not surprised by this.

Their family dynamics have always been like this. Comrade Jiang Zhiguo is a person who has transcended sophisticated tastes and has always possessed a kind of golden spirit.

What is the Golden Spirit?

He once tried to put pornographic DVDs in his son's clothes...

After being caught by Ms. Chen Huifang, he showed no remorse and continued his actions, attempting again to give his nephew pornographic DVDs. At the age of thirty-three, he was severely beaten by Jiang Zhiguo's father, Jiang Hongde...

Unfortunately, the old father has very upright values. Most of the time, he is henpecked and would rather not go to wash feet than do so when asked. He is usually good at talking nonsense. Apart from scolding him for being indecent, Ms. Chen Huifang is not really dissatisfied with him in any other way.

Therefore, Jiang Qian felt that it was not surprising for his father to do anything abstract.

He watched as Jiang Zhiguo sat there pretending for a long time without making a sound.

Grandpa, who had come from afar, initially wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Jiang Zhiguo doing something so frivolous and abstract again, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Dad, the fishing float isn't getting any fish in the net, let's just give up..."

This level of skill feels like it's equivalent to two Lao Lis.

"Shut up!"

Comrade Jiang Zhiguo sensed something was wrong.

hiss……

What the hell is this?

"No, no, no, are you out of the running?" Jiang Zhiguo glanced at Jiang Qian. "Why isn't the net moving?"

So you knew the float was in the landing net?!

Jiang Zhiguo walked over, took one look at the net, and froze on the spot!

"Holy crap, three huge mandarin fish!"

I really like one of my grandfather's phrases, "Huh?"

My own grandson caught three large mandarin fish in just half an hour?

He had come following Jiang Zhiguo's movements; the noise Jiang Zhiguo made when he fished up the rubber shoes was so loud that he hadn't paid attention to his grandson.

As a result, my grandson caught the big one without saying a word?

Looking at the net, Jiang Zhiguo no longer felt any resentment.

Right now, he only has one thought in his mind.

My son seems a bit strange...

Could it be that the life plan that led him to work in the sex industry was a mistake, and that he was actually more suited to be a fisherman?

But what money can a fisherman make?

After thinking about it, Jiang Zhiguo decided to leave it alone; children and grandchildren have their own destinies.

……

When the group returned to Grandma's house, the sun was already beginning to set in the west.

Jiang Qian walked ahead carrying a bucket of fish, while Jiang Zhiguo followed closely behind carrying a lure rod, pretending to have had a very successful catch.

Grandpa brought up the rear, a cigarette between his fingers, and kept bragging to Old Chen about how awesome his grandson was...

As soon as he entered, his aunt, Li Guifen, was sitting in the living room eating sunflower seeds and watching TV. She glanced at the bucket in Jiang Qian's hand, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything.

Uncle Chen Jianjun came over and asked, "How was it? Did you catch a fish?"

Jiang Zhiguo took the initiative, leaning his lure rod against the wall, putting his hands on his hips, and clearing his throat.

"Absolutely."

He reached out to lift the lid of Jiang Qian's fish bucket, "This fishing today was absolutely fantastic!"

"Let me tell you, my luck has turned around today, honey, baby! Come quick..."

Her words were interrupted by Ms. Chen Huifang, "Did you catch that?"

"Your shoes that were hanging on the pole are still on the rock. Dad just told me that at the door."

Grandpa coughed from behind and turned his face to the side.

Jiang Zhiguo's expression visibly fell. He turned to his grandfather and said, "Dad, how can you tell outsiders this?! We fishermen are family!"

Jiang Qian's lips twitched. Comrade Jiang Zhiguo really is a master of spitting...

Comrade Jiang Zhiguo turned to look at Ms. Chen Huifang, his expression very serious:

"That was just me warming up."

"I warmed up all afternoon."

Ms. Chen Huifang added insult to injury with a blank expression.

Aunt Li Guifen laughed out loud on the sofa.

Jiang Zhiguo, feeling embarrassed, muttered, "You guys don't understand lure fishing," and slunk away to sit in a corner.

Jiang Qian couldn't hold back any longer and had to admit that Comrade Jiang Zhiguo was indeed a remarkable person.

He placed the fish bucket at the kitchen doorway and lifted the lid.

Three large mandarin fish, each weighing three or four pounds, were neatly arranged in a bucket. Their scales shimmered with a golden-green luster under the light, and their gills were still opening and closing.

Looking at this catch, I'm still very happy.

Grandma leaned closer from the side, saying, "Let me see!"

"Wow, this fish is beautiful."

"Are they all mandarin fish?"

"Three of them, weighing a little over eleven pounds in total."

Jiang Qian said.

Grandma reached out and touched the fish's back, praising it with admiration.

My uncle walked over and took a look, his expression somewhat complicated.

My aunt also put down her melon seeds and came over. Although she didn't say anything, she stared at the three mandarin fish for a long time.

She knew the price of wild mandarin fish.

Farmed wild-caught ...

Jiang Qian actually has this fishing skill!

This family is really getting more and more impressive...

"Where did Xiaoqian go fishing for this?" his uncle asked.

"It's that river over there," Grandpa started again. "You wouldn't believe my grandson's skills. He caught over a dozen fish in a row! Old Chen and Old Wang were watching with their eyes popping out of their sockets—"

"Alright, alright, stop bragging," Grandma interrupted him. "How should we prepare this fish? How do you want to eat it?"

The kitchen fell silent.

Jiang Qian looked at the mandarin fish and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"I'll do it."

All eyes turned to him.

"You?" Ms. Chen Huifang was the first to express doubt. "You can cook fish?"

Ms. Chen Huifang's cooking skills are edible.

However, saying it's edible is a bit of an exaggeration; the real adjective is "it won't kill you with poison."

Comrade Jiang Zhiguo's cooking skills are on par with Ms. Chen Huifang's; he once made something that even his dog wouldn't eat.

Where do you find the genes for cooking?

"I know a little."

Jiang Zhiguo peeked out from the corner. "When did you learn to cook?"

Jiang Qian ignored him and started rolling up his sleeves.

He hadn't used the recipe the system had given him yet.

Perfect timing! Three large mandarin fish – the ingredients are just right!

If it tastes good, I'll make it for my senior when I get back.

If it doesn't taste good, just give it all to Jiang Zhiguo!

"Grandma, do you have any vinegar at home? And ketchup?"

"Yes, yes, yes, they're all in the cabinet."

Jiang Qian first picked out the largest mandarin fish, weighing a little over four pounds. With one swift cut, he sliced ​​open the fish from its back and deftly removed the bones.

Ms. Chen Huifang stood at the kitchen doorway, watching her son's knife-wielding movements, her brows gradually furrowing.

Not right.

That knife skill is too proficient.

Jiang Zhiguo could never learn this way of cooking in ten lifetimes.

Ms. Chen Huifang is very intelligent. After a few seconds of thought, she concluded:

"No wonder!"

"Are they already living together?"

Jiang Qian's fishing skills have improved by leaps and bounds these past few days, and his cooking skills have also increased...

Ms. Chen Huifang understands!

Jiang Qian now goes fishing every day and then cooks for his girlfriend!

Maybe his girlfriend taught him how to cook this dish!