"It means you're what we commonly call a foolish son-in-law. In our hometown, there's a saying: a girl should marry someone who's rich, gullible, and easy to fool."
Such a small, lousy fish, you can buy a bucket of them at the market for ten bucks. How much did he spend on gas driving back and forth?
Yu Minglang couldn't laugh anymore, fishing with pent-up frustration. He really is great at fishing, with one rod and multiple hooks, catching at least three fish at a time.
Qian rests her chin in her hand and gives a precise comment.
"Fool catches foolish fish."
Yu Minglang got angry, threw down the rod, grabbed the woman trying to escape, and kissed her fiercely, only satisfied when her annoying little mouth couldn't say anything to anger him.
