Zhang Yang lowered his head to check the time on his watch, rubbed his eyes, and was stunned: "Whoa, it's past four o'clock!!"
"Boss, I'm so hungry! Let's whip up something to eat? We're out of grub!"
"How about I drive to the town's supermarket nearby for a look? We've had a great fishing day; let's get some stuff to munch on!"
Old Zhao stood straight up from the tackle box. On the surface, he was seeking everyone's opinion, but in reality, he had already made up his mind to go if nobody had a better suggestion.
"Forget it, Old Zhao, listen to me, let me handle today's meal, what do you say?" Seeing this, Brother Ma immediately jumped down from the fishing platform and walked briskly to Old Zhao.
"What's up, Brother Ma, are you planning to show off again?" They were all middle-aged men, so Old Zhao understood Brother Ma's intention and slightly curled his lips as he asked.
