Wang Fan had previously watched the sunrise and sunset at Great Border Sairimu Lake, and also on Mount Tai. They were two entirely different kinds of beauty, yet when a red sun leapt out from the sea, it finally proved the saying, "There is always someone better, and there is always a higher sky."

In the dim light of dawn, the ocean was still immersed in tranquility, with a few waves crashing against the ship’s hull, creating a pleasant sound.

A faint orange suddenly appeared on the horizon, as if a giant paintbrush had applied a layer of color.

As time passed, the orange deepened into a bright red, like a burning flame leaping along the horizon.

The sun slowly rose from the sea horizon, its outline becoming increasingly clear, and its rays growing ever more dazzling, until the entire ocean was dyed in golden-red.

The ocean surface shimmered, sparkling with golden-red light, like countless diamonds dancing on the water.

After watching the sunrise, naturally it was time to fill their stomachs, and what they were eating was the giant grouper that Wang Fan had caught the previous day.

Such a large fish couldn’t possibly be finished in one meal; in fact, just a piece of tail meat was enough to stuff three people. Captain Wu, after asking for other captains’ coordinates in the morning, set off immediately after the meal towards populated areas.

Captain Wei had a good relationship with Captain Wu, having helped each other often on the sea over the years. Seeing Captain Wu’s inquiry, he didn’t think much and just gave his coordinates.

His boat had 14 people, 13 of whom were from Huaxia, and a 50-something German uncle.

They had been out for two days, and among them, the German uncle caught a 100-pound yellowfin tuna, which was enough to recoup most of their expenses. Catching another would mean a successful return. Others had also caught some fish, but the value varied.

Seeing the dozen people on the deck from afar, Wang Fan’s eyes lit up. Selling a portion to each would mean today’s task was complete.

"Captain Wu, bring the boat over there."

Shen Teng waved his hand confidently, resembling a powerful captain.

But Captain Wu shook his head and said, "No, boss, our fishing boats need to keep a safe distance; otherwise, the fishing lines could easily get tangled."

Shen Teng thought this made sense, so he said nothing more, while Wang Fan felt a bit anxious. Without being able to bring the boat over, the task would be unachievable, right?

However, after another thought, he realized that not bringing the boat closer was to avoid entangling the fishing lines. Once they’re no longer fishing, wouldn’t it be fine to approach?

As for how to ensure they stop fishing...

Heh heh heh, Wang Fan thought he had over 100 ways.

On Captain Wei’s fishing boat, people were chatting leisurely while waiting for fish to bite.

Old Jack, the German uncle, with his face full of golden whiskers, was beaming with joy. Having already made back the ticket price in just two days, whatever he catches in the next few days is pure gain.

He had been in Huaxia for 20 years, with 30 years of fishing experience, and two of his friends were also on the boat fishing with him.

He patted the shoulder of a man in his 40s, saying, "Old Pi, don’t lose heart; there are still three days left. You won’t go home empty-handed. If you do end up skunked, I’ll treat you to an authentic Wudu hotpot when we get back."

Old Pi was a bit chubby, but he didn’t show any disappointment. Fishing is unpredictable, and coming back empty-handed is quite common, so he was used to it.

"Just for that Wudu hotpot, I’ll make sure to return empty-handed. But right now, what I’m looking forward to isn’t the hotpot or catching big fish."

Old Jack furrowed his brows in confusion: "Not looking forward to hotpot or catching big fish? Then what is there to look forward to?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Old Pi chuckled: "Let me tell you, there’s a particularly famous chef from Huaxia also in this sea. The food he makes is said to be like peerless delicacies. I want to meet him and see if his cooking is truly that good."

Old Jack was a bit skeptical: "Even better than Wudu hotpot? I don’t believe it."

Old Pi said with some longing: "I heard from friends that after eating, the flavors linger in their mouth for a whole month. I have no idea what that means exactly."

Old Jack licked his lips: "The way you describe it makes me want to try too, though I’m unsure if we’ll chance upon him out here."

Being at sea often, people wanted to find something fresh. Last night, while scrolling through his phone, he accidentally saw this news, and it instantly delighted Old Pi.

The main reason was that a friend of his once ate a dish prepared by that person in Yunnan. After a month of returning home, he was still reminiscing about the taste, so much so that his family took him for a drug test. Although the results showed nothing unusual, he was still teased by everyone quite a bit.

However, this incident sparked curiosity within everyone: Is the food that is so hyped online truly real?

Could just a meal be so delicious? Can it be that memorable for a month?

If they do encounter it, they must really...

"Hmm?"

Their casual conversation was halted abruptly as they subconsciously twitched their noses.

Old Pi looked towards the cabin in confusion; neither the owner nor the crew were inside. What was that aroma?

How could such a fragrant smell suddenly waft through the ocean?

Not just Old Pi, but Old Jack was also looking around, as were the other dozen or so anglers, searching curiously.

The one responsible for this was naturally Wang Fan.

At that moment, he had set up a stove on the deck. On the stove, an iron grid was placed, with the iron grid holding a scaleless piece of grouper skin, appearing dark and blackish.