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Seeing Zen Staff Brother eager to try, Xiao Feng could only politely decline. He quickly lifted the Rod, deciding to skip the earthworms and go straight for the Plastic Particles. He needed to catch a few fish to establish some dominance; otherwise, Zen Staff Brother's enthusiasm might overwhelm him.
In less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, there was already no movement from Zen Staff Brother's side. Wo Liao began to show its power, and since they were close together, the Qing Shui River was not like the Ganjiang; the slow current meant that upstream and downstream didn't matter much anymore.
Watching Xiao Feng reel in several Carp, Zen Staff Brother felt disheartened; his secret Wo Liao seemed to be lacking in strength! Checking the time, it was almost time to wrap things up; if he waited any longer, Zen Staff Brother would have to leave.
"Brother, let me use this Wo Liao! Here, let’s bait the spot and see how effective this Wo Liao is!" Without waiting for Zen Staff Brother to respond, Xiao Feng grabbed a handful of Carp Pellets and tossed them in.
Worried that there weren't enough Carp, he casually added a handful of Crucian Carp Bait as well. After tossing in both types of Wo Liao, he handed Zen Staff Brother a cigarette. As long as Zen Staff Brother could finish this cigarette, he could switch to continuous casting mode.
Engaging in casual conversation with Zen Staff Brother, just as the cigarette was nearing its end, Zen Staff Brother's Float suddenly jerked and slowly rose to the surface.
With a swift lift of the rod, a Bighead Carp was pulled up. Zen Staff Brother had lost interest in chatting with Xiao Feng at that moment.
"Quickly cast your line! Take advantage of this bite and reel in a few more fish before it's too late!" Time was running out; he needed to pack up after just two more casts!
With one lift of the rod, a two-kilogram Carp came up—this Wo Liao was indeed powerful! Another cast resulted in a Little Crucian Carp weighing less than an ounce; he unhooked it and tossed it back into the river. That cast didn’t count; he continued casting.
One after another, as Zen Staff Brother became completely absorbed in fishing, Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and added a small handful of Bait into his own spot to keep up with him.
When big fish came around, Xiao Yu would scare them away; that only happened under specific circumstances when fish density was low. Reality differed greatly from expectations; while Xiao Yu caused a ruckus without fear, the larger fish remained quite cautious. As long as Xiao Yu disturbed the area, big fish would certainly stay away.
Just past noon, a car stopped by the riverbank. Zen Staff Sister got out and looked at Zen Staff Brother squatting by the river with an expression full of helplessness.
"Did you come all the way here while getting your cold treated? I came to pick you up from the clinic," she said. Upon inquiry at the clinic, she learned that her husband had run off with an IV drip to fish.
Descending the steps towards Zen Staff Brother, she stood behind him. She saw him gently twitch his nose but didn’t dare turn around. He reeled in his line while contemplating whether to order spicy hot pot or go straight for a full hot pot meal!
"Honey, you’re still sick! Let me help you pack up so you don’t tire yourself out!" She placed her hand on his Rod. Zen Staff Brother shivered slightly inside; he was still moving slowly!
"Wife, how about I treat you to hot pot tonight? We’ll have plenty of tripe!" With his back turned to Xiao Feng, Zen Staff Brother clasped his hands together with a hopeful expression.
"Ah! I haven’t had hot pot in ages! I’m craving it!" With a sweet smile, Zen Staff Sister readily agreed.
Rod had finally received the last section of the fishing pole. With his left hand gripping the Rod tightly and his right hand holding the middle section, he gently pushed it in. Just as the final piece was about to slide in, Zen Staff Sister exerted a little too much force, and with a crack, Zen Staff Brother's heart shattered!
"I'm sorry, dear! I applied too much pressure and broke your Rod!" With a pitiful apology, Zen Staff Brother felt like crying but ultimately couldn't escape this fate.
This was an old trick of Zen Staff Sister's—causing a scene in public that tarnished her lady-like image. By breaking the Rod with minimal effort, she achieved the same effect while preserving her reputation. Why not take advantage of it?
A new section for the Rod would only cost a few Ten Dollars, enough for several meals of spicy hot pot.
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