When Chen Zhiyao and Grandpa Chen arrived at the breakwater, they found that half of the once bustling crowd had already left.
However, below the breakwater, there were still quite a few anglers with serious and devout expressions.
Most of those who left were just there to watch the spectacle.
When Chen Zhiyao arrived at her own van, she found that most of the bait that had been piled up in the trunk had already been sold.
She glanced at the back of the carriage, then said with a grin:
"So much bait has been sold out. Looks like the fish at the breakwater are going to have a feast today."
Chen Weiqiang didn't know if the fish in the sea had eaten their fill, but he certainly made a lot of money.
Chen Weiqiang took the seafood fried rice from his daughter, but instead of opening it, he quickly put the fishing rods and fish baskets that were outside into the trunk.
“There are far fewer people here, and those who wanted to buy bait and fishing gear have already done so. Let me go fishing with you.”
Having already made the money, Chen Weiqiang decided to go fishing.
He had been eyeing the red-spotted fish his daughter had caught that morning for a long time, and all he could think about was going to fish for the King of Fishing.
After packing his things, without even waiting for his daughter to get in the car, Chen Weiqiang drove the van straight to the old dock.
"..."
Chen Zhiyao, who hadn't even boarded the bus yet, was speechless. She was such a big girl and she couldn't even see anyone.
The van was faster. Chen Zhiyao had originally wanted to ride in her father's car, but he was so focused on fishing that he left her behind.
In the end, Chen Zhiyao had no choice but to go there with Grandpa Chen in an electric tricycle.
When the grandfather and grandson arrived at the dock, they saw Chen Weiqiang catching fish.
He was excitedly pulling the fishing reel, and the fishing line was being pulled back quickly.
About two meters from the shore, a silvery-white figure leaped out of the water and then fell back into the water, splashing a large amount of water.
However, the people on the shore could also tell that it was a sea bass weighing more than three pounds.
A fish weighing over three pounds is nothing; with Chen Weiqiang's strength, he dragged it ashore in no time.
Chen Weiqiang, carrying the fish, proudly showed it off to Grandpa Chen:
"We're in luck today. A big bass weighing over three pounds took the bait right away."
As he spoke, he placed the fish beside his feet and took several photos comparing it to his own feet.
Grandpa Chen looked at him with disdain and contempt, "What's so great about your little fish? I caught a 10-pound bass this morning."
"..."
At this point, Chen Weiqiang couldn't show off anymore and silently put the fish in his hand into the bucket.
Chen Zhiyao didn't want to get involved with these two immature men, so she silently carried her fishing gear and walked forward.
She originally wanted to go fishing at the spot where she used to fish for red snapper in the morning, but the two old men from that morning were still fishing there.
Chen Zhiyao was somewhat annoyed that her spot was taken. But there was nothing she could do but fish from the spot next to her.
As the fishing hook was cast into the water, Chen Zhiyao tiptoed and secretly glanced to her right.
There were only a few rockfish and golden pomfret in their buckets, about the same as when she left in the morning. It seemed that she hadn't caught many fish lately.
Seeing that the two people over there hadn't caught any fish, Chen Zhiyao felt much better.
Just then, she felt a sudden pull on her fishing rod.
Although the fish wasn't very strong, it was exceptionally lively, darting and crashing around in the water without a care in the world.
Chen Zhiyao felt the pull wasn't strong, estimating it to be around two pounds, so she stopped playing the fish and quickly spun the reel to start reeling in the line.
The fish in the sea swam desperately forward, trying to break free from the hook, but they could only helplessly be pulled back by the fishing line.
In less than two minutes, this contest between two vastly different forces came to an end.
A small, white fish with a flat, almost round body broke out of the water, playfully wagging its tail in mid-air.
Unfortunately, less than a minute later, Chen Zhiyao violently flew him ashore.
"It's a white pomfret. Although this fish isn't expensive, it tastes pretty good. We'll steam it tonight."
White pomfret are small and reasonably priced, but their flesh is delicious and boneless, making them excellent whether steamed or braised.
In Chen Zhiyao's mind, white pomfret, golden pomfret, and turbot are all the same, belonging to the category of sea fish with extremely high cost performance.
Although white pomfret and golden pomfret have similar names and look similar, they actually belong to different families and genera.
Golden pomfret
White pomfret
Golden pomfret belong to the genus *Ctenopharynx* of the family Carangidae. They have a flat, slender body with some gold markings.
The white pomfret belongs to the genus *Pomfretus* of the family Pomfretidae. It has a flat but more rounded body and is silvery-white all over.
After the hook was removed, it quickly fell back into the sea, and within two minutes, fish were biting it again.
The fishing rod was tugged slightly, and based on the pulling force and movement habits, Chen Zhiyao felt that it should also be a white pomfret.
Within minutes, she caught two white pomfret, and she felt that there must be a school of fish nearby.
So he quickly called his grandfather and father over to fish for pomfret together.
These little guys are only 20 yuan per kilogram, but they're so easy to catch!
When the father and son arrived, there were already three white pomfret in Chen Zhiyao's bucket.
Even the two old men who had been waiting for a long time caught two white pomfret.
Seeing that the fishing was going so well, the father and son didn't hesitate for a second and immediately cast their bait into the water.
I don't know if it's because it rained all night and morning, but these fish are starving and they're biting the hook like crazy. They're catching a fish almost every two minutes.
One fish after another was caught by the group, and the dock suddenly became lively.
Half an hour later, the bucket at Chen Zhiyao's feet was full of white pomfret weighing one or two pounds.
She was reeling in a fish with her fishing rod, and soon she caught a white pomfret weighing over two pounds.
Seeing that the bucket was too full, Chen Zhiyao quickly took out the fish basket, put the little guy in it, and kept him in the water.
About 10 minutes later, she could clearly feel that the nearby fish had dispersed.
The people around hadn't caught a single fish for several minutes.
Seeing that the fish had dispersed, Chen Zhiyao took the fish out of the fish basket, then happily squatted down next to the bucket with the fish basket in her hand.
"Dad, quickly take some pictures for me."
"Vanity."
Although Chen Weiqiang complained, after taking the photos, he also smiled and imitated his daughter, squatting down next to his catch with his fish and letting Chen Zhiyao take pictures of him.
Grandpa Chen and Chen Weiqiang caught about the same number of fish, just enough to fill a bucket, while Chen Zhiyao caught a few more than them.
Although there weren't any expensive or rare big fish in the afternoon, having so many white pomfret was still quite good.
The three of them felt that today was a perfect day.
The fishing was quite good at the pier, and the three of them even listed this old pier as their newest secret fishing spot.
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