A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

The yard is a cement floor, usually used for drying grain, but it was cleaned up neatly today.

A blue sunshade was erected under a large camphor tree against the wall, and six round tables were placed under the sunshade.

Each table was covered with a disposable tablecloth, and bowls, chopsticks, and napkins were laid out.

Next to the six tables, ten floor fans stood.

The kitchen was a small side room built next to the main house. There were two stoves at the door, and white steam was rising from the large iron pot, making a bubbling sound.

Behind the stove, several middle-aged women were going in and out; some were chopping vegetables, some were washing dishes, and some were running around carrying plates.

Yang Qi spotted Su Guanyin at a glance.

The old lady, wearing a blue apron, was squatting in the corner of the yard washing a handful of vegetables under the tap, her movements nimble.

"Come, come, everyone, please have a seat!" Yang Guo greeted everyone warmly, his smile never fading. "Six people to a table, please make yourselves at home!"

The fishermen didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in twos and threes.

Wang Jian, Lin Zaitian, Zhang Guolu, Chen Ming, Dai Jiangyang, and a chubby boy sat at the same table.

Yang Guocheng stood to the side, looking at the six tables of people, his old face flushed with excitement, and said shyly:

"We haven't had time to prepare the facilities yet, please forgive us. The food will be here shortly! Enjoy the watermelon on the table to quench your thirst!"

Two large plates of watermelon were placed on each table, thickly sliced, with red flesh and green rind.

"Village chief, you're too kind!" someone exclaimed with a laugh, reaching for a slice of watermelon and taking a big bite. "Mmm! Sweet! This watermelon is good!"

"Did the village chief grow these melons himself? They taste much better than the ones I bought at the supermarket yesterday!"

"Come on, come on, don't be shy, eat up!"

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, their laughter echoing under the shed.

Some people were eating watermelon with gusto, some were unscrewing the bottles on the table and pouring themselves a drink, and some were taking photos with their phones and posting them on social media.

No one complained about the simple environment; on the contrary, they all found the atmosphere under the big trees and with the electric fan blowing novel.

"Boss Yang, find a stool, let's squeeze in," Lin Zaitian said to Yang Qi, who was standing next to Yang Guocheng.

"This...isn't that inappropriate? You are guests."

Wang Jian chimed in, "What's the big deal?"

Yang Qi looked at Yang Guocheng, who nodded to indicate that everything was alright.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Yang Qi and Yang Guocheng left and found a four-cornered red chair, sitting down between the chubby boy and Wang Jian.

"Let's eat some melon seeds, let's eat some melon seeds."

Yang Qi nodded, picked up a slice of watermelon, and took a bite.

Wang Jian, standing next to Lin Zaitian, leisurely ate some melon and chatted with him from time to time.

At this moment, the chubby boy put his arm around Yang Qi's shoulder and looked at him with a smile.

"Boss Yang, can I ask you something?"

Yang Qi wiped his mouth: "Go on."

"Why don't you run this agritainment business at your own home?"

The chubby boy tilted his head, looking curious. "You run your own fishing pond and your own agritainment business, so you're making all the money yourself, aren't you? Now you're bringing us to the village chief's house for dinner, isn't that just pushing the money away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, people at the surrounding tables looked over.

"Yeah, yeah!" an uncle at the next table chimed in.

"If it were me, I would definitely do it myself. Who would turn down money?"

"Haha, tell us about it..."

The crowd started joking around, and laughter came in waves.

Yang Qi didn't answer directly, but chuckled and said, "Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. We're all from the same village, so we should help each other out if we can."

"Great job, Boss Yang! You have a grand vision!" someone gave a thumbs up.

"You've got a good point! I have to toast you!" Someone raised a Coke cup and gestured to Yang Qi across several tables.

"Boss Yang, I like what you said; it's very true!"

The chubby boy grinned so wide his eyes disappeared as he introduced himself, "Boss Yang, my name is Gu Cai Pang, nice to meet you!"

Yang Qi looked at the outstretched hand and shook it.

The man's hands were fair and delicate, which matched his chubby figure quite well, but his skin tone didn't look like that of a fisherman at all.

So fair-skinned, looks like a newbie just starting out.

"Hello there."

"Boss Yang, let me tell you," Gu Cai Pang leaned closer, "this is my first time at this reservoir, but it's definitely not the last. Just for you, I'll be coming here often!"

Wang Jian chuckled beside him without saying a word, but his eyes held a hint of admiration as he looked at Yang Qi.

Yang Qi was a little embarrassed by his praise, and smiled, saying:

"When my younger brother comes back in a while, I'll have him show you what he can do. He's a proper chef, his skills are top-notch."

"Really?" Gu Cai Pang's smile widened. "Then it's a deal! Boss Yang, when your brother comes back, you must let us know!"

"Yes, yes, come and try your brother's cooking again!"

"Then I'll have to keep my belly full!"

The group of people at the table were all talking at once, creating a lively atmosphere.

As the conversation went on, the topic naturally turned to the reservoir.

"Boss Yang, how many big fish are there in your reservoir?" Gu Cai Pang asked.

"Yes, that 400-pound bluefish today was huge, the biggest I've ever seen in my life," said someone nearby.

"Boss Yang, tell me honestly, how big is the biggest fish in the reservoir?" Wang Jian asked curiously.

He learned a lesson from that bluefish today and wants to get his revenge.

"Yes, yes, I know that too."

"..."

Surrounded by a group of people pressing him for answers, Yang Qi scratched his head and said, "I can't say for sure, but... there's no maximum, only ever-growing."

"Bigger, bigger than a 400-jin grass carp?" Gu Caipang pressed.

Yang Qi remained silent, but chuckled, "Let's all enjoy the show."

There was no apparent answer, but everyone understood that this was a tacit agreement.

"Boss Yang, are you raising fish or whales?"

Another burst of laughter erupted, and everyone was shocked.

What would a fish that's even bigger than that 400-pound grass carp we caught today look like?

Just as things were getting lively, a shout came from outside.

"The food is here..."

Yang Guocheng came out of the kitchen carrying a large tray with six bowls of braised pork belly on it.

The pork belly, with its three layers of meat, was stewed until it turned a bright red color and glistened with oil. At the bottom of the bowl was a layer of dried plum vegetables, which were soaked in the meat juice and smelled incredibly fragrant.

Upon seeing this, Yang Qi quickly stood up and said, "Grandpa Village Chief, let me help."

He placed the six bowls of braised pork on the table, said to everyone, "Eat first," and then turned and followed Yang Guocheng into the kitchen.

The kitchen was steaming, and the large iron pot on the stove was bubbling away.

Upon seeing her grandson, Su Guanyin glared at Yang Qi. The matchmaker had already called to tell her that Yang Qi hadn't gone on the blind date, her tone unfriendly.

"Here you go, serve the dishes."

"Eh..." Yang Qi felt guilty, shrugged, lowered his head, and carried the plate of vegetables out.

A table served nine dishes: one vegetarian dish, three meat dishes, three mixed meat dishes, and two soups.

Once all the dishes were served, Yang Qi sat down and took a breath.

He unscrewed the can of cola, looked at the group of people at the table, and asked, "Want some cola?"

"Give me a little."

"Yes, yes."

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After collapsing from the first round, Yang Qicai poured himself a glass and drank it down.

It's cool and refreshing, very comfortable.

"How does it taste?" he asked casually, putting down his cup.

Wang Jian picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The fat melted in his mouth, and the lean meat was neither dry nor tough. He nodded and said, "Very good."

Lin Zaitian agreed: "It tastes better than I expected. The beef is tender and cooked to perfection."

"Indeed." Dai Jiangyang took a sip of chicken soup. "This soup is delicious; it must be made with free-range chicken."

The group of people chimed in, each offering their own opinion, and all of them gave it a high rating.

Yang Qi felt much more at ease after hearing this. The agritainment business had been a resounding success from the start.

By the end of the meal, the plates on the table were all empty.

Yang Guocheng walked over, looked at the battlefield that was almost a CD, and his face beamed with joy.

"How was the meal, everyone?"

"Great, Village Chief!" Gu Cai Pang gave a thumbs-up in satisfaction. "How much per table?"