Tang Qingying chuckled, "Alright, let's call it milkfish. Your fishing rod looks so pretty! Did you make it yourself?"
"I wish I could make one myself, but unfortunately, my skills aren't up to it yet." Han Qiwu smiled faintly, secretly noting to himself that Mr. Tang had just given him an idea—if everything else could be handmade, why couldn't a fishing rod?
I'll have to give it a try when I get the chance.
Amidst their chatter and laughter, the two of them sat on the rock reef and prepared to cast their lines to start fishing. Earlier, when they stopped by [Fisherman's Drink] to grab some breeze wine, they had also picked up quite a bit of bait.
Let the fishing begin!
Since tiger spot fish typically live 20 to 30 meters underwater, Han Qiwu couldn't see the fish directly. All he could do was cast his hook and hope for the best.
Luck shouldn't be too bad today, right?
Pretty soon, Han Qiwu affirmed this conclusion.
