On the rock, the little figure looked somewhat disheveled in the wind:
Why?
Why does Mommy tie up people like she does with a puppy?
She frowned, looked down at the rope that had rolled around her body several times, and sighed.
Ye Wanying looked on with amusement:
"Alright, stop frowning, you're making a face like an old man. This is to prevent you from accidentally falling down."
Although this method is a bit too primitive, it works, so that's enough.
An earthworm has been successfully hooked onto a fishhook made from a embroidery needle, which is then cast into the river.
The little guy was still making a final, futile struggle:
"Mommy, Tuanzi promises, promises not to move."
"no!"
The little man has officially given up the struggle.
......
When Gao Dan got home, he didn't see his wife and son. After searching around, he finally learned from his mother-in-law that his wife and foolish son had gone fishing by the river.
Fishing in this freezing weather?
His lips twitched slightly.
"Mother, then I'll go find them, mother and daughter."
"Hey, go ahead and tell Yingying that if we can't catch it, then forget it."
Ye's mother didn't want to directly discourage her daughter's interest in fishing in the dead of winter.
Indeed, at this moment, the mother and son, who were enjoying themselves by the river, were being blown around like idiots by the wind. It was already cold, and the river breeze made it even colder.
"Son, how about we come fishing another day?"
Ye Wanying trembled, her longing eyes fixed on her son.
Slurp~
A sniffling sound.
"Don't wait until another day, Mom, how can you give up halfway?"
Damn, this is clearly cutting your losses in time, isn't it?
I'm still standing here in the cold wind, and I haven't caught a single fish.
For a petty person like me, although it's quite cold, that's not the most important thing. Anyway, I'm here today, so I'm determined to catch some fish first.
The little guy seems to have some obvious obsessive-compulsive tendencies in this regard.
Ye Wanying: Died.
What can I do if my son won't leave?
Let the idiot keep bragging.
"Alright, alright, then another ten minutes. If no fish bite, we'll head back."
We can't just stay here forever if we can't catch any fish, can we?
"All right."
Hearing her son agree, Ye Wanying was thrilled. Ten minutes would pass quickly.
The little guy had no idea his mom was fooling him. His eyes were fixed on the fishing rod. After a while, the fish bobbed up and down. The little guy reached out and nudged Ye Wanying's thigh, whispering urgently:
"Mommy, it moved!"
I glanced at it, and these small fluctuations are perfectly normal, okay?
It was caused by the water flow or the wind; wasn't it because of this several times before?
Ye Wanying didn't move, her face turned to the side by the wind, while the little figure kept pushing her:
"Mommy, Mommy, there's a fish! Hurry up!"
"No!"
"have!"
"Let's make a bet. If we don't have it, we'll go home, okay?"
Ouch, this cold wind is making my face sting.
The little man considered it carefully for a moment and nodded:
"good!"
Tsk tsk, thinking that she would be able to go home soon, Ye Wanying was no longer cold. Her gaze finally shifted to the water, and she saw that the fishing float was indeed moving more and more.
Could it be that there really are fish this time?
The little guy urged and tried to push again, but Ye Wanying shushed him and gently gripped the fishing rod.
At that moment, the little guy held his breath.
As the float dipped again, Ye Wanying made her move, sharply pulling the fishing rod upwards with both hands, feeling its weight.
"Hey son, you actually caught a fish."
"Mmm-hmm." The little guy nodded excitedly.
But soon, when they saw the thing they had caught, they exclaimed, "Damn, this isn't a fish at all!"
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