Since it was a restocking of the fishing spot, Zhang Yang didn't plan to just casually throw something in. He mixed two pounds of rice for making wine with soil, added half a pack of aged corn, and didn't use any commercial bait this time, forming it into a ball again and tossing it in.
With the fishing spot restocked, the fish biting stopped immediately. Zhang Yang got up from his fishing position and stretched lazily, also wading through the water to temporarily get onto the shore.
After a while, Meng Fan drove back, carrying two big bags of cooked food and pulling a folding table and stool from the trunk, setting up the bought lunch on the table in no time.
"There's not much to eat in the village, so I just bought something from a deli.
When I got there, it had just come out of the pot, it smelled pretty good, so let's just make do with it!"
Meng Fan said, quickly arranging the cooked food.
