"Unless there are a lot of fish, their thod is pointless," Yicheng said as he sat in the wheelchair, watching Nianhua’s excitent, reminiscent of a child. He couldn’t help but ask, "You’ve never seen fish glue before?"
"No."
Nianhua shook her head; it was her first ss in both her lives.
Though there was a fish pond in the village, she always missed the fishing tis, either because she was in school or staying at her grandfather’s house.
"But it’s quite interesting. It would be even more fun if I could go into the water myself," Nianhua said, eager to try. Yet, considering the unfathomable depths of the reservoir, she decided she better just sit obediently on the shore.
"By the way, do you want to fish?" Nianhua asked, worrying Yicheng might feel bored sitting there alone, so she kept him company by chatting.
The weather today was indeed suitable for fishing, neither too sunny nor too hot, just comfortably overcast.
"Mmm."
Yicheng prepared the fishing rod that Ling Dong had set up for him, baited it, and cast it straight into the reservoir. His spot was just under a bridge above the water, so he could still catch fish even while sitting on the bridge.
No sooner had he cast the line than Nianhua grew restless, frequently asking Yicheng when they would catch a fish.
"Fishing really tests your patience," Yicheng observed her restlessness and couldn’t help asking, "You don’t seem like soone who can’t sit still."
The most required qualities in translating a contract are patience, ticulousness, and robust professional skills. Nianhua didn’t seem like soone who lacked patience.
Nianhua: "..."
Given a book and a pot of tea, she could sit for an entire afternoon.
But her elder and second brothers had gone to the center of the lake.
It was just her and Yicheng; sitting beside him while he fished made her awkwardly unsure of what to do, leaving her no choice but to inquire about the fish.
The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.
Just then, the fishing rod twitched. Yicheng, with his experience, tid it perfectly and pulled up the rod—sure enough, there was a fish hooked.
"There’s a fish!"
Nianhua said excitedly.
When the rod was lifted, a fish about the length of three fingers was flung onto the shore.
Nianhua didn’t mind the small size of the fish; she sprinted over and carefully removed it from the hook. Holding the fish, she walked back, asking, "This is a crucian carp, right? It makes the tastiest soup!"
Moreover, this crucian carp wasn’t like those contaminated ones from the future. To prepare it with a few pieces of tofu in a broth would create a milky white fish soup that was unspeakably delicious.
"Exactly, it’s a crucian carp, weighing around 150 grams," Yicheng said, seeing her happy. "One fish isn’t enough for a soup; looks like I need to up my ga."
"Go for it! I’m rooting for you!"
Nianhua put the fish into a bucket and looked up to see Yicheng attentively pinching bait onto the hook before expertly placing the fishing rod into the water, his movents smooth and sure, his eyes sparkling with confidence.
Suddenly, Nianhua rembered the first ti she t Yicheng, when nothing in the world seed to concern him.
Back then, his eyes were deep and vast, indifferent to everything around him.
She even felt a pang of regret over Yicheng’s handso, noble face. Although she had never seen him stand, his deanor alone was outstandingly magnificent, making him the most handso man she had ever seen in her two lives, without a doubt.
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