"Young man, have a seat!"
The old man gently extinguished his cigarette butt, placed it on the side of the deck, then lightly tapped the deck and said to Yang Yan.
Yang Yan smiled softly, didn't say much, and silently sat down on a small stool beside the old man.
"Young man, don't mind this old man nagging! Life has repeatedly taught us that it's quite good to know how to care for nature."
"But don't worry, the fishing methods I use were handed down from my ancestors, and the amount of fish caught each time isn't too much. Just enough for two or three days' worth of food for the family!"
After saying this, the old man handed Yang Yan a locally unique short cigarette.
Yang Yan thanked him, took it and lit it, taking a puff.
The taste was somewhat spicy, but the aftertaste was long-lasting, sufficiently palatable.
