He didn't use any force, so Nan Jiaojiao sat back down following his hand, "Forget it, not going, I want to rest a bit today."
Bo Yanching naturally had no objections, "Alright, as you wish."
"...." Bo Qingshan watched this scene from the side, feeling a bit complicated, silently finished a large piece of cantaloupe.
Fishing was something Nan Jiaojiao thought of on a whim. Her skills weren't really skills, she didn't learn even a tiny bit from Elder Nan, and she didn't even notice several times when the fish were biting.
Bo Yanching could fish, but every time his rod moved, he acted like he didn't see it, waiting for the fish to eat away the worm before pulling it up to put on another one.
In the end, only Bo Qingshan, who was oblivious, caught two little palm-sized fish, put them in a big bucket, and carried them swaying back and forth.
