Thousand Island Lake.

Long Island.

On the big boat, Min Changjing sat at the side, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Above him, the sun shone brightly. He picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea, before releasing a comfortable sigh.

Living such a peaceful life is quite nice!

The old chef was currently cooking a fish, and its aroma drifted over to where Min Changjing was. Beside the old chef, there was a girl with long braids who was making pastries.

These pastries were not your usual pastries. After being soaked in fish soup, they would release a mouth-watering smell.

“Lord Min, your meal is ready. Wash your hands first.”

Min Changjing laughed, “Alright, let’s eat.”

Just when he got up, he could not help but frown.

The old chef, who was smiling and scooping some fish soup into a bowl, also suddenly raised his head and a brilliance exploded in his eyes.

On the surface of the huge lake,...