For bait, Chen Wen used a rather pungent pike fish.
Earlier, he had set aside some pike fish meat. In the morning, Chen Wen slightly boiled these pieces of pike and cut them into small chunks for ease of fishing.
He waited for about half an hour.
Sitting on the wooden stool covered with rabbit fur, Chen Wen took out the canister storing the bait.
He struggled to pry off two pieces of pike meat, warming them in his hands with his body heat, and then accroched them to the fishhook.
"Let's start fishing!"
Chen Wen's eyes lit up, as he gently lowered the fishing line into the drilled hole.
To avoid the vibrations on the ice surface alerting the fish below, Chen Wen also asked the red fox, that had been playing with the eagle for a while, to stay put beside him.
At this moment, both the eagle and the red fox were curiously watching Chen Wen, and what he was holding.
"Is this what you call fishing?"
The red fox asked.
