Very soon, Ding Wen arrived at Zhang Yang's spot to check the count.
"How's it looking? Got a shot at beating Master Liu one-on-one?" Ding Wen asked with a seemingly concerned expression.
Zhang Yang scratched his head, looking slightly anxious, "Hard to say. The first half was pretty good, but in the last ten minutes, the bite slowed down and I lost quite a few fish!"
"Pull up the fish guard, even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet the in-laws! Let's count how many you caught!"
"Alright!"
Zhang Yang decisively lifted the fish guard.
Drawn by the splashing water and the sound of small carp jumping, all eyes around focused on the bottom of Zhang Yang's fish guard.
Liu Xiaoyun was most concerned about Zhang Yang's catch. Seeing the approximate number at the bottom of the guard, he slightly frowned, feeling a bit uncertain inside.
