I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei got up after lying in the bedroom for less than half an hour.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When he opened his bedroom door, the hallway was silent. The living room was empty, and there was no sound from the kitchen either; Old Li must be resting too.

He walked to the stern, pushed open the door leading to the deck, and a salty, cool sea breeze rushed in. At that moment, the sun was hanging low not far above the horizon.

Just then, he saw Luo Weidong.

Luo Weidong sat on a fishing chair at the stern of the boat, holding a fishing rod in his hand, his back straight but his shoulders relaxed.

With the fishing rod end resting against his belt, his left hand holding the rod shaft, and his right hand on the reel handle, he looked quite the part.

Xiaolin stood not far behind him, holding a glass of water, quietly keeping him company. She neither spoke nor went forward to disturb him, just standing there quietly.

Luo Fei's lips curled up slightly as he walked over quietly. Despite his soft footsteps, Luo Weidong still heard the noise, turned around, and saw his son. A slightly uncomfortable expression appeared on his face.

"Awake?" Luo Weidong asked, his tone deliberately casual, but his gaze had already turned back to the sea and landed on the buoy again.

Luo Fei walked over to him, leaning against the gunwale, gazing at the sea dyed orange-red by the setting sun. "Dad, did you catch any fish?"

Luo Weidong's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Standing behind, Xiaolin added softly, "Uncle has been sitting here for almost an hour and hasn't caught a fish yet."

Her tone carried a hint of pity, as if she were standing up for Luo Weidong.

Luo Weidong's cheeks flushed slightly, whether from the sunset or something else, he snorted and said, "It's the fish in this area that are no good."

Luo Fei suppressed a laugh, glanced at the currents on the sea, then at the position of the buoy, and then at the faint outline of the reefs in the distance.

He possesses top-notch fishing skills, enabling him to accurately determine the potential location of fish schools by analyzing the water depth, temperature, and current direction in the area.

He straightened up, walked to the storage box at the stern of the boat, and found a fishing rod.

After baiting the hook, he walked to the other side of the boat, keeping a distance from his father, and cast the fishing line out.

The sound of the fishing hook entering the water was very soft, a "plop," like a small pebble thrown into the water, rippling out in circles before quickly disappearing without a trace.

Less than a minute later, his float moved slightly—a fish had taken the bait.

Luo Fei did not rush to lift the rod, but waited until the float had completely sunk into the water, and then waited a second before flicking his wrist slightly.

The fishing rod instantly bent into a beautiful arc, the fishing line taut and humming.

The fish struggled desperately underwater, dragging the fishing line as it fled into the distance.

Luo Fei slowly and steadily turned the fishing reel, round and round, with a steady rhythm and just the right amount of force, which prevented the fish from getting off the hook and also prevented the fishing line from breaking.

A few minutes later, a silvery-white sea bass was pulled from the water, a size larger than the one Li Xiulan had caught earlier. Its scales shimmered in the setting sun, and its tail slapped incessantly against the surface of the water.

Xiao Lin steadily caught the fish with the landing net, deftly removed the hook, and placed it in the tank, exclaiming, "What a big fish!"

Luo Weidong's gaze was fixed on the fish from the moment it was taken out of the water, and it remained fixed on it until the fish was put back into the tank.

His expression was somewhat complicated, carrying a hint of envy, a hint of resentment, and a sense of bewilderment at "why is it like this again?"

He curled his lip: "Just lucky. That fish must be blind to not see such a big hook."

Luo Fei smiled, didn't reply, rebaited the bait, and cast the line again.

This time it was even faster; the float moved again less than thirty seconds after the hook entered the water.

He lifted the rod and reeled in the line, and there was another sea bass, slightly smaller than the previous one.

He removed the fishing hook, put the fish into the tank, and wiped his hands.

Luo Weidong's lips twitched even more noticeably.

He turned his head and stared intently at his float for a long time, but the float did not budge.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then did something that stunned Luo Fei and Xiao Lin—he threw the fishing rod aside, and the rod hit the deck hard, bounced, and the fishing reel hit the railing with a crisp sound.

"I'm not fishing anymore."

Luo Weidong stood up, patted the dust off his pants, and looked like a child who had lost a fight, his lips pursed tightly and his chin slightly raised.

"The fish in this world are always against me. I'm never fishing again, and I'll fight anyone who asks me to go."

Xiaolin stood to the side, still holding the glass of water, completely stunned, unsure of what to say.

She hadn't known Luo Weidong for long, but she could tell that this uncle was an honest man: he didn't talk much, had a good temper, and never made things difficult for others.

However, when honest people get stubborn, they can be more obstinate than anyone else.

She couldn't help but look at Luo Fei for help, but Luo Fei gently shook his head at her, signaling her not to speak yet.

Just then, Li Xiulan came out of the cabin, still clutching the seashells in her hand. It seemed she had had enough of playing with them and wanted to come out and see the sea view.

As soon as she came out, she saw Luo Weidong standing on the deck, his fishing rod lying on the ground, his expression as if he had just had an argument with someone.

She first glanced at the fishing rod beside Luo Weidong's feet, then looked at the two lively sea bass in the tank next to him, and instantly understood what was going on.

"Oh," Li Xiulan said with a hint of amusement, "didn't catch any fish again?"

Luo Weidong ignored her.

"Xiao Fei caught two fish in one go, while you've been fishing for so long and haven't even seen a single scale."

Li Xiulan walked to the water tank, looked down at the two fish, and clicked her tongue in admiration: "These fish are really big. We'll steam one and braise the other tonight, that'll be enough for us."

Luo Weidong's face turned from red to green, then from green to black. His lips trembled a few times before he finally couldn't help but speak: "If you're so capable, then you do it!"

Li Xiulan waved her hand and said, "I'm not going to fish. I'm not like some people who throw their fishing rods down like children when they can't catch any fish."

As she spoke, she glanced at Luo Weidong.

Luo Weidong was even angrier by her gaze. He snorted, turned around, faced the sea, and stopped looking at anyone.

Luo Fei set up his fishing rod, walked over and patted his father on the shoulder, his tone smiling: "Dad, don't worry. After dinner, I'll teach you a few more tricks, and I guarantee you'll catch more fish than anyone else tomorrow."

Luo Weidong turned his head, glanced at his son, and asked, "Really?"

"Really. Please pick up the rod first, don't break it, this rod isn't cheap."

Luo Weidong glanced down at the fishing rod on the deck, walked over, picked it up, wiped it clean with his hand, and then shook the fishing reel to check for any damage.

Li Xiulan watched from the side, a smile playing on her lips, but she didn't say anything more teasing.

She turned around, walked to Luo Fei's side, and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Xiao Fei, why don't you cook dinner tonight? Your cooking is even better than the ship's chef's; your dad's been nagging about it since yesterday."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Weidong turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

Li Xiulan glared fiercely at Luo Weidong.

Luo Fei pretended not to see it, looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun was about to set.

Captain Sun also came out from the bridge and approached Luo Fei, saying in a low voice, "Mr. Luo, we've arrived. The shallow water around here is about seven or eight meters deep, the water is clear, and the visibility is very good. However, the light is insufficient now, so we can't see the surface very clearly. We can go into the water first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Luo Fei nodded to the captain, then turned to Li Xiulan and said, "I'll cook tonight. Mom, you and Dad rest a bit more, I'll go to the kitchen and see what ingredients we have."

He picked up the fish, turned and walked towards the cabin, then turned back after a couple of steps: "Dad, your float is too shallow. Change the sinker to a larger size so the bait sinks to the bottom. The fish will stay at the bottom and not swim on the surface."

Luo Weidong paused for a moment, looked down at his fishing rod, then looked at the sea. After a slight hesitation, he started to change the sinker.

Li Xiulan watched from the side, but this time she didn't laugh. She just shook her head and muttered softly, "That old man."

When Luo Fei entered the kitchen, Lao Li was preparing ingredients inside.

Fresh vegetables, eggs, and some frozen meat taken from the ship's freezer were laid out on the cutting board.

Old Li was slightly surprised to see Luo Fei walk in: "Mr. Luo, what brings you here? I'll prepare dinner, you can go and rest."

Luo Fei rolled up his sleeves, put the fish into the sink, and said with a smile while washing his hands, "I'll cook today. You can just help me out; my parents want to eat my cooking."

Old Li paused for a moment, then smiled and handed over the knife: "Alright, you do it. I'll help you."