After dinner, Lin Feng noted the nice weather and thought about returning to Yangcheng in a couple of days. He hadn't gone back to spend time with his parents since moving out.
"Dad, shall we go fishing?"
Ever since Lin Dashan learned how to fish from Lin Dahu, he had become utterly hooked. Now, whenever he was free, he would go fishing instead of socializing, which couldn't have pleased Zhou Cuilan more!
There was just one downside.
She didn't say anything when he bought fishing rods costing anywhere from a few dozen to a few hundred yuan.
But buying three or four rods for twelve hundred yuan each… that was going a bit too far.
What irritated Zhou Cuilan the most was the result.
You'd think with such expensive rods, he could at least catch a few fish for me! But I've never seen a single one, while he seems to be having the time of his life.
If this were the past, I'd have given him an earful for spending over 1,000 yuan on fishing rods.
"Sure thing!"
