"Not a bother, not a bother." Fang Qinglan waved with a smile.
"Auntie, I want some too. Please prepare a cup for Ling Xing as well." Mi Jing stopped her actions and looked up at Fang Qinglan.
"Alright, you wait here. I'll go right now." With that said, Fang Qinglan quickly headed to the kitchen.
Mi Jing's movements were skillful. After taking the fishing rod out of the box, she walked toward Grandma. While explaining, she hooked the corn dough bait on the fishhook.
Whoosh——
The hook tied to the transparent fishing line was cast out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Then, with a "thump," it submerged into the pond, causing ripples on the emerald water surface.
"Grandma, it's basically like this. What do you think? Is it simple?" Mi Jing handed the fishing rod to Grandma, smiling as she asked.
"Hmm."