Sun Yecheng's heart bled every time he threw a steamed bun.
But now, with everyone fawning over him, Sun Yecheng felt it was all worth it.
"It's nothing, really. You just have to be willing to sacrifice good bait, and the fish will naturally come."
The crowd chimed in.
"You're just being modest. We couldn't catch this many fish with the same steamed buns."
The crowd looked at Sun Yecheng's bucket with envy.
'With so many fish, they could keep them at home and fry up some fish nuggets at the end of the year.'
At the thought, the onlookers couldn't help but swallow hard.
The people watching Leng Yuan had initially kept glancing over at Sun Yecheng, but now they had completely lost interest.
They stared at the fishing rod in Leng Yuan's hands. They watched as he cast his line, and when he pulled it back up, a large fish was already on the hook. The sight filled the crowd with immense envy.
