"Hehe, alright, we'll just wait to drink the fish soup."
Shitou leaned on his hands and smiled playfully, his mischievous eyes kept looking at the fishing hook.
"Chirp chirp."
A crisp bird song came from above the boat. Little Kingfisher spotted its master fishing from afar and flapped its little wings to fly down, landing on the cabin.
"Yin'er, he says we can't catch fish."
Su Qingluo looked at Shitou squatting at the bow of the boat, extremely bored, and teased him playfully.
Stupid kid!
Underestimating this divine baby beast, next time let Old Turtle bite you."
Little Kingfisher returned a contemptuous look, and chirped a few times with its tender voice.
In an instant, the school of fish surfaced, like fish leaping over the dragon gate, thrashing around and jumping in the water.
"Holy crap, there are so many fish?!"
Shitou's eyes widened, and he almost fell into the water.
"Get the net to catch fish, then we'll roast them on the shore."