Universe Infinite Canteen

This time, the fish Ma Lu caught was half a size bigger than the previous carp.

Estimated to weigh about fifteen or sixteen pounds, it was a green fish.

The crowd was bewildered; just who was this guy, the illegitimate son of the Dragon King, with someone from the Dragon Palace specially assigned to deliver fish right onto his hook?

Or was he the returned Fishing King, pretending to be a novice and fooling everyone, using big equipment to create a show?

Thinking this, some people hurriedly started looking around, but they found no live-streaming cameras.

And the person fishing next to Ma Lu was about to go insane.

Even though they were fishing at the same spot, and he was the more experienced one, why was there such a big difference?!

He stared intensely at Ma Lu's movements, trying to figure out why his lever never failed.

But after watching for a long while, he couldn't see anything special.

Ma Lu was just casting the rod casually. Sometimes, the fishing line would even tangle, and as he sat there untangling it, another fish would bite the hook.

Ma Lu was quite unhappy, mumbling as he had to pick up the rod again and pull up the fish that practically delivered itself.

One could say that this was the most magical forty minutes the fishing enthusiasts at Little Qing River ever experienced.

After forty minutes, Ma Lu packed up his fishing rod.

A man wearing water wading trousers asked cautiously, "Why, why are you not fishing anymore, God? You've only been here for a little over half an hour."

"Tired," Ma Lu said, massaging his slightly sore wrist. "I hadn't anticipated that fishing involved so much physical activity."

There was a moment of silence from everyone.

Indeed, they had been watching him. In those forty minutes, Ma Lu hadn't rested, constantly casting, reeling, or playing the fish.

Steadily active, indeed very tiring.

One could only say that the Sea King Stool was a bit too effective; Ma Lu's original plan was to fish while browsing forums and reading novels, to relax a bit.

But he ended up with no time for that, finding fishing to be even more exhausting than working a job.

As soon as the bait was cast, he'd be kept busy continuously, unable to feel the leisure and joy of fishing at all.

Ma Lu looked at the several buckets at his feet, all filled with fish he had caught: carp, crucian carp, yellow catfish, grass carp, silver carp, green fish… all stuffed into four large buckets.

But the biggest catch was the bighead silver carp he had just caught. Brother Tie helped weigh it and found it to be a whopping twenty-one pounds.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

Ma Lu, holding the big fish up to his chest, had the man in the wading trousers take a few photos for him.

When Ma Lu had finished taking pictures, the bighead silver carp was immediately borrowed by others for more photo ops.

The lure of this thing for fishermen was almost equivalent to the allure of a 4090 PC for gaming addicts.

Even if it wasn't caught by themselves, just touching it and taking some photos was good enough.

Besides, just post it to the friendship circle, and as long as you block those present today, who can say the fish wasn't caught by them!

When I'm older, I'll be able to show pictures and boast to my grandchildren.

Ma Lu put the fishing gear and stool in the car, and then distributed all the fish except the bighead silver carp to everyone present.

With Desktop Farm in his possession, he had no interest in these ordinary ingredients. Plus, having learned a great deal of basic fishing knowledge and tricks from Uncle Wader and others, Ma Lu used these fish as a thank you gift.

His actions once again stirred excitement among those present. Most of them had come up empty-handed today, with some even planning to buy a couple of fish from the market that evening to save face in front of their families.

Getting them for free was much better, especially since there were several big fish here. Getting one could keep their spirits high for a month.

Seeing Ma Lu was about to leave, many reluctantly approached to ask when he would return, but he told them he had no plans in the near future.

Although the Sea King Stool was helpful, it took the joy out of fishing.

The fish bit the hook so incessantly that fishing turned entirely into a physical labor. Ma Lu felt like he was on a rowing machine, the kind that went non-stop for forty minutes, leaving only sore arms in its wake.

He decided to find something else to do.

Ma Lu later called Han Feifei to see if she wanted to play billiards.

After she agreed, he drove to the school to pick her up, but looking at the time, it was almost dinner time.

Constantly eating at his own restaurant could get boring, so Ma Lu decided to go out and try a new place, choosing a restaurant that was hot on the Meiping Website.

When they arrived, they learned they needed reservations.

Just as they were about to leave, to their surprise, the restaurant's lobby manager came out to greet them.

"Are the two of you together? Please, come in."

"Do we need a reservation?" Han Feifei asked.

"Ordinary people do, but Boss Ma does not need one," the lobby manager replied respectfully.

"Really, you know me?" Ma Lu was surprised.

"You jest, sir. In City B's entire dining circle, who doesn't know you? Your performance in the God of Cooking Competition was spectacular! You really did the chefs of China proud," the lobby manager said, giving a thumbs up.

"I just called the boss, and he insisted that we must have you dine here, to review our dishes. If you could give us some feedback, that would be even better."

"Since you insist, let's give it a try," Ma Lu said.

"Great," the manager was delighted, and promptly led the way to a private room.

The meal lasted nearly two and a half hours. The restaurant served up all their signature dishes. During it, the owner of Four Seasons even rushed over to join them.

Speaking of Ma Lu's performance in the God of Cooking Competition, he was more excited than the protagonist himself and mentioned that he had been organizing his kitchen staff to study the dishes Ma Lu made during the competition.

Not to copy or steal, but to learn a bit of the master's skills.

Even Ma Lu, who wasn't usually shy, was a bit embarrassed by the praise—especially since he didn't often connect with his peers. Additionally, ever since his granddaughter had been kidnapped, Sun He hadn't been around.

Ma Lu underestimated his own fame.

The prestige of the God of Cooking Competition was indeed high, and his explosive performance there had left a grand impression, making him a well-known figure in the circle.

After dinner, they exchanged contact information, took a few photos together, and the owner of Four Seasons reluctantly saw Ma Lu and Han Feifei out, insisting on not charging for the meal.

Ma Lu had no choice but to give them the bighead silver carp from his trunk as a return gift.