Lin Xuan Qi was confident with his fishing skills.
He had, after all, travelled to all the fishing ponds in his country when he was back on earth.
And among his friends he was the one with the best catch every time.
"Master Lin, sorry I took so long." Old Shao's voice sounded behind him, and he quickly turned around.
"Thanks!" He took the fishing rods Old Shao had made and inspected them.
These fishing rods in his hands weren't what he was familiar with.
The rods were made of wood and weren't that flexible.
As for the fishing lines, they weren't nylon or other synthetic material.
They were made of hemp, rough but not as tough, compared to fish line made of nylon.
Old Shao had used needles for the fishhook, improvising them by bending them into the required shape.
Lin Xuan Qi was grateful for his ingenuity at such short notice.
"Why don't you join us?" He asked Old Shao.
