That afternoon, the dusty Meng Fan drove Liu'er and Liu Zi back to W City. Instead of rushing home, they first drove to Zhang Yang's fishing gear shop.
Zhang Yang's small shop in town hadn't expanded much, but because of its high-quality products and Zhang Yang's excellent fishing skills, there were always fellow anglers coming to play with him every day.
This afternoon, the shop was also bustling with guests, with four or five familiar anglers gathered around the tea table, boasting and bragging.
"Hey bro, Liu Zi and I are back!" Meng Fan glanced around the room as he entered and greeted them.
"Yo, driving pretty fast, huh! Did you have lunch yet? If not, I'll have my mom cook some noodles for you to snack on?" Zhang Yang saw his brothers had returned, stood up to greet them, and casually arranged seats for Meng Fan and Liu Zi.
