"You use this to fish?"

"What else should we use?"

Su Qingci ignored her and turned to leave; she didn't dare to do anything.

He chose a spot to sit with his back to Song Jingzhou, secretly took out a biscuit, broke it into pieces, and hung it on the fishing hook. Then he imitated Song Jingzhou's fishing technique.

I sat there for half a day, ate several cookies, and didn't catch a single fish.

Seeing that the reeds floating on the water had been pulled down again, Su Qingci quickly and carefully grabbed the reeds and swung them backward.

"Damn, is this fish some kind of spirit?"

"Why do you always eat the bait but never get hooked?"

There were already three in the bucket at Song Jingzhou's feet, one of which was three fingers wide, and the other two were two fingers wide.

Su Qingci squatted dejectedly by the bucket, pouting as she asked, "Do you have some kind of secret technique?"

"Why did you suddenly decide to go fishing?"

"Craving meat?"

Seeing that Su Qingci didn't say anything, Song Jingzhou didn't tease her.

"If you cast your line towards the middle, this side is full of river shrimp and small catfish, as small as matchsticks, not even as big as your hook, how can you catch them?"

"I see."

Su Qingci found the reason for her failure and stood by the river, swinging her bamboo pole with renewed vigor.

"Why don't you let the line out a little longer before you start swinging it? It's only three feet long. Even if you swing it, it'll still be right under your feet. You really don't know what's going on."

"Holding a fishing rod with both hands, do you think you're jumping rope?"

"Use a little force! If you're going to do it like that, you might as well stop fishing and just jump in and grab it yourself. Yes, yes, that's how you cast it."

Ah~

"Where are you swinging it? Stop it, stop it now, your hook is stuck in my face."

"Ouch~ My dear auntie, stop it!"

"You've got it on my face, are you fishing for fish or fishing for people?"

"It's bleeding! It's bleeding!"