"Fish, why aren't you coming up yet, fish!" Clutching the fishing rod with both hands, several minutes passed without a bite, prompting Jiang Luoluo to start muttering.
"Ah Cheng, do you always have to wait this long when you fish?"
"Pretty much. When the fish are biting well, they keep coming, but today we didn't specifically look for a good spot, so it's not surprising the fishing is a bit off," Chu Mingcheng said with a smile.
"So, I don't understand why you people love fishing so much," Jiang Luoluo said, tilting her head in bewilderment.
But the next moment, her fishing rod suddenly twitched.
Seeing the tip of the rod dip sharply, Chu Mingcheng quickly said, "Lift the rod, you've got a fish on!"
"Eh, eh, eh... really?" Jiang Luoluo, somewhat flustered, hoisted the rod up in a somewhat comical fashion, but she managed to hook the fish.