This assumption might not hold true in other provinces, but in the Bashu Region, it was spot-on!
Whether someone could cook well was a matter of skill, but their willingness to do so was a matter of attitude.
Ni Bingyan nodded in satisfaction. She found a shady cove by the water's edge, unfolded her folding chair, took out a basin to scoop up some stream water, and began to mix her fish bait.
Once she had adjusted her rig and found a suitable water depth, she cast her line and sat down on her folding chair to wait patiently.
She didn't waste a moment while she waited, pulling out her earbuds to listen to the international news.
'Even if I'm out relaxing, I still have to get today's studying done!'
As the sun climbed higher, Sang Yuan, worried Ni Bingyan would get burned, immediately opened the sun umbrella.
Unable to find a base for it anywhere, he simply jammed the steel pole of the umbrella directly into the soft earth behind her chair.
