Because Jiangcheng's fishing rod also moved.

And it's an oversized fish.

It's also Jiang Cheng's strength is big enough.

Otherwise, with the two little rookies of Poetry and Jiang Yun, they wouldn't be able to pull this fish weighing more than ten catties.

Carrying the live fish, Jiang Cheng smiled proudly.

"Ouch~~~ I'm sorry, the fish I caught is too big."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have flaunted it."

"Lately, somebody has been catching small fry, not enough to stuff their teeth."

"Why don't you say a few nice words, and I'll reward you with half of it?"

「......」

Jiang Cheng, who was triumphant, was so angry that Murong Chuan's teeth clucked.

Not to mention crushing the back molars.

As the old saying goes, I can't wait to twist my neck.

"Don't get too complacent, wait until I catch a bigger one."

"Okay, good~~~ You're thick-skinned, you have the final say."

One fish is enough.

More than a dozen pounds of fish are enough for them to eat.

There is also a kitchenette on this ship.

Jiang Cheng is a chef himself.

You don't need help from others, it's easy to deal with.

He was going to use it to eat it in two ways.

Half baked, half shabu-shabu.

Where did the bottom of the pot come from?

Fish soup boiled from fish bones.

Is this called self-shabu shabu?

······

Murong Chuan hasn't caught a big fish yet.

The marinated fish in Jiangcheng are all on the barbecue grill.

When going to the sea, the electronic barbecue grill is a must-have artifact.

The fish is grilled on one side, and the fish soup on the other side is boiling thickly.

While waiting, Jiang Cheng picked up the long legs of the poem again.

"Haven't you caught a big fish yet?"

"I've said it all, you say a few nice words, and I'll reward you with a little food."

"Why bother fishing on your own?"

"With your skills, it would be nice to be able to catch some small fry."

"Be careful, don't get dragged into the water by the fish."

The words fell, and Murong Chuan's fishing rod fluctuated violently.

Feeling the huge power from the fishing rod, Murong Chuan laughed proudly.

"My fish definitely weighs dozens of pounds."

"Just your little fry, it's not enough to stuff my teeth."

"Wait, don't drool with envy."

"I have a professional chef, but I can't compare to your half-ass."

"Poetry whispers, remember to come and eat later......

He couldn't stop talking.

Because there is no strength left.

All the strength was used to pull the fishing rod.

The rod that almost bent into a U-shape makes people wonder if it will break.

Grabbing the fishing rod with both hands, Murong Chuan exerted his strength to eat.

With his body against the railing, Xiao Murong Chuan's strength was exerted.

But......

"Ah~~~"

og~~~

"Save me~~~"

"Someone~~~"

"Come down and save me~~~"

Murong Chuan, who was dragged off the boat by the fish, is not as good as a dog that fell into the water.

When a dog falls into the water, it can calmly gouge.

And he can only rise and fall in the water.

One will stick out its head, and the other will fall down to dry up a mouthful of seawater.

The two hands kept slapping the surface of the sea, plopping and plopping......

Forgive Jiang Cheng and the three of them, lying on the chair and laughing so much that their stomachs hurt.

Jiang Cheng laughed so much that his eyes were gone.

One pinched the long legs that were whispering in the poem.

What did he just say?

"Don't get dragged down by the fish."

He's opened his mouth.

A dignified man was pulled off the boat by a fish.

The only pity is that no video was recorded.

There is no need for Jiangcheng to go down and save people.

Because there are already professional people who have gone down to save him.

······

After being salvaged, Murong Chuan's whole person turned into a water ghost.

Hair is combed neatly and clinging messily to the scalp.

Expensive clothes are wet and disgusting.

With no one to face Jiangdong's father, Murong Chuan slipped into the cabin to change clothes.

After laughing for a long time, Jiangcheng and the others stopped.

If I laugh any longer, my stomach will really hurt.

Jiang Cheng's cheeks are a little sore now, and he laughs too much.

You have to play with your long legs to relieve it.

The poem whispered mischievously rubbing Jiang Cheng's stomach with her feet.

Jiang Cheng wouldn't let his feet be so naughty.

He was going to grab her feet and tease her hard.

It's easy to catch, but the footgirl still won't give in to him.

Cute toes twisted around, refusing to let him hold and play.

Jiang Cheng's fingers gently scraped the soles of his feet.

The foot subconsciously retracted.

Shi snorted softly, "What are you doing?"

"Ahem...... I said my hand slipped, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it, you're a pervert."

"Men are not lustful, women are not loved."

"As far as you are concerned, the old sow wears a condom, one by one."

"Bring me my legs, don't force me to do it myself."

"Hmph~~~"

The humming poem whispered, but obediently put his legs back.

In case Jiang Cheng pounced on himself, he wouldn't be able to run away.

"You have to play with your feet, and you don't get dirty."

"Where's the dirty? I feel so clean."

"Xiaoyun is still watching from the side, do you want to be ashamed?"

Jiang Yun silently looked at the sea on the other side, speechless in his heart.

Do you know I'm around?

I thought you guys didn't exist anymore.

······

After waiting for a long time, the grilled fish is ready, the fish soup is also boiling, and it is time to eat.

His face was not burning in a panic, and Murong Chuan also walked out cheekily.

His small fry were taken by the chef and processed.

But how can it compare to the big fish caught in Jiangcheng?

Put the fish fillet into the soup and open it, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but ridicule when he saw people.

"It took so long to get dressed?"

"Would you like to come over and have a bite to eat?"

"Look at this fish, the meat is delicious, and it's delicious if you blanch it."

"Look at this grilled fish, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it's very fragrant."

"Say a few nice words, I'll let you come over and eat some."

「......」

Murong Chuan, who had just come out, turned around and walked back.

It's just that the face is black and the bottom of the pot.

The pot that was burning did not have his face blackened.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, feeling bored.

The real show hasn't started yet, so why are you leaving?

They eat so deliciously, someone has to watch them, right?

Alas~~~

It's not sensible.

"Stop sighing, open your mouth."

"Ah~~~"

Eating the grilled fish that was not fed in a whisper, Jiang Cheng bent his lips.

"Yes, the fish I grilled is better."

Shi whispered and smiled, "Isn't the fish I feed fragrant?"

"You can only take one

Success work."

Jiang Cheng smiled evilly and pinched a small finger for Shi Qingyu.

The boyfriend is so stingy that the poem is very dissatisfied.

The tsundere woman stuffed herself with a big mouthful.

Snorted, "Eat it yourself."

Oh, that's the wrong thing.

The flattering Jiang Cheng hurriedly hugged the woman's small waist.

"I miscalculated, I miscalculated."

Shi whispered and raised her chin, "Then how successful do I have?"

The dog food class has started: boys, just a little bit, whoever dares to worry about his girlfriend will be bullied back!