Harry Hunter turned his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"
Isabella Weaver gestured at the distance between them, frowning as she complained, "Why are you sitting so far away from me?"
Harry's eyes twinkled with amusement, "Haven't you heard of casting a wide net? If we're too close, there's only a small area, and we can't catch any fish."
"Alright."
Isabella could only withdraw her gaze, popping blueberries into her mouth while watching the fishing float.
There were plenty of fish in Red Rock Lake, and a few minutes later, a greedy fish took the bait.
Isabella was overjoyed, "I caught one! A big fish!"
Harry put down his fishing rod and walked over to help her reel in the fish. Upon seeing it, he burst out laughing, "What big fish? It's only ten centimeters long, not even enough to get stuck in your teeth!"
"Hmph, that's still better than not catching anything at all!"
Isabella glared at him, rebaited her hook, and happily continued fishing.
