Leng Yuan got Gu Jiaojiao settled, making sure his wife could safely watch the fishing from the side, before turning to Chen JianShe. "Are the nets down?"
Chen JianShe nodded.
"They are, but there's no action."
"The fish in this river are like they're possessed or something. They won't go anywhere near the nets."
He had cast his fishing nets, but the fish wouldn't swim into them at all. They just swam back and forth along the edges, sometimes even slapping the side of the net with their tails.
Chen JianShe was so mad he wanted to jump right in and catch the fish with his bare hands.
But in the dead of winter, Chen JianShe's sanity prevailed, and he didn't actually jump in. Still, he was seething with pent-up frustration.
He swore he would cast a few more nets today and catch some fish to satisfy his craving, no matter what.
