"What does this mean?"
The boy watched this scene in puzzlement, scratching his head for a while, unable to comprehend, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the dumplings: "Dad, didn't you say you went fishing? Why did you bring back a basket of dumplings?"
"Ah, it's all gone. At first, the fish here were quite foolish; they'd bite even without bait."
An Qianshan and An Jing returned to the house together. Sighing, he said, "Now they're still not very smart, needing bait, but they'll still gulp it down eagerly."
"It's just that several fish scramble for the bait, and it's hard to find where the hook is."
"Why don't I just blow them up?"
Regarding fishing, An Jing was always full of confidence, making An Qianshan twitch the corners of his mouth: "Get lost, you brat! What do you know about the joy of fishing?"
