"Dad, give me a fishing rod."
Lin Feng took a fishing rod from Lin Dashan and, putting on a show, cast his line out.
The initial result isn't bad, he thought. Looks like I won't go home empty-handed today.
Nearby, Lin Dahu laughed. "Youngest, you gave him the cheapest rod? Can he even catch a fish with that?"
Lin Feng was speechless.
Lin Dashan chuckled. "He definitely won't catch anything. He'll still have to rely on us. Hahaha!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lin Feng's fishing rod began to twitch. Lin Feng gave a tug and then a flick of the rod. On the hook was a lively, palm-sized fish.
Lin Dahu laughed.
Lin Dashan couldn't sit still. "Son, let's trade."
"Alright," Lin Feng agreed.
The two cast their lines once more, and Lin Dashan sat back, eagerly waiting for a bite. But this time, everyone else caught a fish. He was the only one who came up empty-handed!
He felt he was about to lose interest in his favorite hobby.
