When the staff delivered the fishing rods, Bo Qingshan carried the bucket, shouldered the rod, and walked with Nan Jiaojiao.
Nan Jiaojiao couldn't hold onto Qianqian, so Bo Yanching carried her down and grabbed a chair, sitting a bit further away to handle some work.
When he took a break to look over, Bo Qingshan's bucket was nearly full, while Nan Jiaojiao had only half a bucket of water.
"Didn't catch anything?"
Nan Jiaojiao looked up, glancing at him with a hint of bitterness.
Bo Yanching reeled in the fishing rod, finding no bait on the hook, and the pile of bait in front of Nan Jiaojiao was still round and untouched.
He laughed immediately, "Too dirty for you, huh?"
Nan Jiaojiao pouted and nodded.
She had fished with her grandpa before, but she never dealt with the bait. Every time, she would reel the rod back in and let Uncle Qiu handle the bait. She thought fishing was particularly easy. Now, with no one to help, she didn't want to touch the smelly stuff herself.
