The sun at four o'clock was still very bright, shining obliquely on the sea surface, making it even more dazzling with the ripples of the waves.
Bai Qianzhou was steering the boat at this moment. It was his first time driving such a boat. The cool sea breeze blew in his face, giving him a comfortable feeling of riding the waves.
"Wan, how should we divide these fish tonight?"
Because Fu Wan was there, Jack instinctively wanted to ask her how to prepare the fish.
The fish they caught all met the size requirements for taking home, and the number of fish they could take home did not exceed the limit.
Fu Wan opened the fish box and glanced at it. Since live bait cannot be used when fishing in Los Angeles, she took a few mackerel weighing about a pound each, intending to cut them into pieces and fish for tuna later.
As for red sea bream and sea bass, they should be able to survive in the aquarium with water and air until they are taken home and processed.
If the fish doesn't survive, use ice to keep it fresh; this won't easily affect its taste.
"I'll give this red sea bream, which weighs over a pound, and this larger sea bass to that landlord later."
We still need to maintain a good relationship with the boat charterer, otherwise, if we leave on our own, that guy will definitely try to rip Jack off.
After all, the money comes from the people themselves, and Chinese people's social skills and interpersonal relationships make them successful wherever they go.
"Rent, lease, or co-ownership?"
Jack was a little confused; what was this all about?
"Haha, it's that uncle who rents boats. We'll give him two fish as a gift. When you rent a boat again, ask him to give you a discount."
Fu Wan slowed her speech as much as possible, and Jack, whose listening comprehension of Chinese was better than his speaking, hesitated immediately.
In the United States, they rarely do this.
However, he did not refuse Fu Wan's suggestion. His aunt had told him that Wan was a smart person and that he could learn a lot from her.
Jack was beaming with joy after catching a fish today, his forehead wrinkles crinkling with laughter.
He stood on the boat with his arms outstretched, feeling the cool sea breeze, humming a tuneless little tune.
Fu Wan listened carefully and exclaimed, "Wow, I wonder who this child learned from. He's even singing some patriotic Chinese songs!"
The tuna fishing spot was about half an hour's sail from Catalina Island. As they got closer and closer to the area, Jack became incredibly excited and started urging Fu Wan to prepare.
"Wan, how should we prepare these mackerel? Should we cut them into pieces?"
He took out the knife he had prepared earlier, and Fu Wan, seeing that he had everything ready, simply began to give instructions.
"Yes, you divide a fish into three parts, mix them, and then hang them directly on the hook."
Mackerel is the favorite food of tuna, and using live mackerel would actually be more effective. However, the Los Angeles local government considers this inhumane and therefore prohibits fishing with any live bait.
After listening to Fu Wan's explanation, Jack used a knife to cut the mackerel he had caught into several pieces, just as she had gestured.
Because almost an hour had passed since they caught the fish, those mackerel were already dead.
Raw fish, being bloody, inevitably has a fishy smell, which Jack used to hate. But since becoming obsessed with deep-sea fishing, his nose seems to have lost its function, and he's become completely immune to this fishy smell.
On the boat, Fu Wan was watching Jack pack the chopped mackerel bait into a bucket. Bai Qianzhou had also slowed down considerably as they were approaching their destination.
Just then, several strange cries came from not far away.
"Hey, Jack, you're feeding the fish again!"
"Haha, look, that idiot is here again!"
"Hahaha, he's fattened up all the fish here."
A series of strange, incoherent noises made Fu Wan frown.
Where did this foreign devil come from? He has no manners at all.
Although she couldn't quite understand what they were saying, their tone of voice clearly wasn't kind.
Moreover, Fu Wan could still understand the words "idiot" and "fool".
"Jack, who are they?"
Fu Wan asked Jack in a low voice, "Just as we were talking, the other ship arrived."
There were three young men on the boat, about the same age as Jack: two white and one black.
The two white guys were the ones who just spoke. Of course, the black guy didn't say anything, but he also made several strange noises.
Their behavior reminded Fu Wan of a word: bullying.
"They...they are friends I met while fishing before."
A friend? What friend would do that?
Fu Wan didn't quite understand, and Bai Qianzhou next to her also frowned.
"Didn't your parents tell you to be polite when you speak in public?"
Bai Qianzhou spoke softly, but his voice was firm and resolute. At first, the other group thought that Bai Qianzhou didn't look like a pretty Chinese person and were prepared to make fun of him.
Stupid Jack, bringing others out won't change anything.
"Tom, I don't have any air force personnel today. Because I brought my sister Wan, who comes from China and possesses mysterious Eastern powers!"
We've already caught several fish on the island!
Jack's words surprised Tom on the ship.
"I don't believe you unless you show me."
Jack was in a good mood today and didn't take their rude words to heart.
He turned around, opened the fish box, and pulled out the two largest red sea bream and sea bass.
"See, Tom, you idiot, I'm not lying to you. My sister has good luck from the East, and we'll catch a tuna later too."
Seeing the stunned expressions on Tom and the others' faces, Jack finally felt a surge of satisfaction.
These guys initially went fishing with him, but soon after, because he kept coming back empty-handed, they started to complain about his bad luck and kept mocking him.
However, they only made a few sarcastic remarks. Jack just wanted to focus on fishing and had no intention of getting into any trouble. He was genuinely enjoying the pleasure of fishing.
Otherwise, given his previous temperament, he would have definitely started a fight with those people at sea.
A true angler speaks through his catch; anyone who can't produce fish is rubbish.
Tom, Robert, and the other two were immediately annoyed when their mockery backfired and they were instead humiliated.
They were too far away to take a good look at Fu Wan next to Jack, and thought she was some short Asian girl with long hair.
I never expected it to be a woman, and a woman who knows how to fish at that.
Robert immediately started yelling again, "Jack, you unlucky bastard, don't treat the fish you bought as your own!"
"That lady clearly doesn't know how to fish. You're just exaggerating again!"
Upon hearing this, Jack immediately became enraged and started hurling insults at the other party. Seeing them arguing back and forth, Fu Wan simply threw her fishing rod into the air.
She understood everything just now; the current situation is that a few newbies are showing off to each other to see who caught the most fish.
What kind of skill is it to just talk back? Let's see if she can catch a big fish and shut these trash up!
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