On the way, Old Chen was talking about the stories of those fishermen by the river.
But nowadays, in the countryside around Chen Xiao's hometown, anglers are just anglers.
Even the rods they use are mostly bamboo, and it's rare to encounter a professional fisherman at this time.
As for Lin Xi, she was just here to join the fun.
If there's no movement after more than ten minutes, she starts to mumble.
Why do others have fish biting, and she doesn't?
Either her bait doesn't smell good enough in the water, or Chen Xiao sneezed next to her, scaring away her fish.
Whenever Chen Xiao mentions her lack of patience, Lin Xi can argue with him for half a day.
She has plenty of examples of how she can stakeout for hours to catch a criminal, whatever example you need, she's got it.
Eventually, Chen Xiao got smart and just went along with her.
Old Chen never spoke, just quietly fished, but the corners of his mouth never dropped.
At this moment, they suddenly heard voices not far away.
