Liu Yujiao put her hands on her hips and shouted in front of her yet-to-be-set-up tent, "Zhao He, have you set up the tent yet?"
"I'm taking a break, honey. We've been on the road all morning..."
"Jiang Nuo and Zhuo Yihang have already set theirs up."
"Those two are freaks, they don't count."
Liu Yujiao was speechless and could only use her trump card: "When they're done setting up, they'll go fishing. Don't you want to join?"
"Yes, I definitely want to go." Zhao He quickly returned to setting up the tent, "Little Brother Zhuo, give me a hand, will you?"
"What's in it for me?"
"Once we catch fish, I'll give you an extra one."
"Hah, as if I can't catch any myself."
"No, it's an extra one, so you can eat more. It wouldn't hurt to give one to your wife either."
...
There was still some time before the snake soup would be ready, but the aroma had already started wafting through, making Jiang He, who was still setting up the tent, swallow hungrily one by one.
