A fist-sized lump of mashed bait quickly absorbed two drops of medicinal liquor.
Zhang Yang kneaded the mashed bait to make it more even and then took a sniff.
After this adjustment, the distinct sweet potato flavor was significantly altered, largely overshadowed by the smell of the medicinal liquor. If the dosage was increased slightly, it might even sting the nose.
"What the heck, boss, what are you trying to do with such a strong smell?" Wang Yan sniffed beside him, feeling that Zhang Yang was being a bit reckless.
Zhang Yang handed the adjusted bait to Wang Yan: "Here, change the bait and give it a try! See if there's any difference!"
"Let's give it a try! I doubt it'll work well; it's commonly said that strong aromas lure and light flavors catch, aren't you going against the grain? If the smell is too strong, the fish might not bite!"
