Afterwards, he used a regular bait mixing basin to get water from the pond, simply diluted the medicine, and poured it directly into the yellow basin. No measuring cups, just relying on feel and estimation, and began to mix!
Fortunately, the large plastic washing basin was big enough, and Zhang Yang exerted his arms and stirred the yellow mixture vigorously.
Zhang Yang was crouched, mixing bait and smoothing out lumps in the yellow mixture when Zhu Wentao and his group of three arrived at the fishing venue.
As soon as they entered the gate of the fishing venue, they saw a huge washing basin on the north shore, with a handsome, somewhat unfamiliar face bustling around, preparing bait.
"What the heck, crazy? Preparing bait in a washing basin?" Zhu Wentao couldn't help but lower his voice to complain.
Wu Dong and Liu Yingxiong exchanged a glance and saw a hint of unease in each other's eyes.
