Chapter 58: Li Li Can Fish (8)

The sun isn’t strong today, but the air temperature is still quite high.

The servant came over to set up a sunshade for him, and placed a small table, covered with iced drinks and desserts, just in case.

The old man sat under the sunshade, his wrinkled and aged hand holding a very expensive fishing rod.

He squinted slightly, his sharp gaze falling on the lake’s surface, his expression leisurely, just waiting for the fish to bite!

He started fishing in his youth and never stopped.

Although he has grown old, his fishing skills are excellent; no one knows better than him how to catch fish in the shortest time and most effective way.

This thing is actually like gambling; the more you fish, the more addictive it becomes.

Suddenly, seeing out of the corner of his eye, the old man snorted heavily with disdain.

Over there, Song Qingwan and the little loli, with the help of the servant, also set up a sunshade.

They sat on the chairs beneath, pulled long fishing rods from the tackle bag, and set them up by the pond, seemingly ready to start fishing too.

At a glance, their posture was extremely unprofessional.

The old man couldn’t help but scoff, his aged face full of disdain and sarcasm.

Women being women, with their technique, what could they possibly catch?

Just passing time, really.

What a waste of all the good fish in this pool!

The old man now felt like he’d gone through the trouble to buy an expensive, aromatic, historically-rich bottle of red wine, meant to be savored, but Song Qingwan and the young girl gulped it down like tea.

Watching them spoil things this way, he was both furious and pained!

But the next moment, he got figuratively slapped in the face!

As soon as the rod was placed down, Song Qingwan’s surprised and excited voice came: "Li Li! Come quickly! It’s moving, the rod is moving, we’ve definitely caught something!"

The old man: "..."

"Wow! It’s a big fish!"

Song Qingwan couldn’t pull it up alone, so she called two servants to help bring the fish up: "Li Li, where’s the bucket, the fish bucket?"

The young girl, holding a fish bucket nearly as big as herself, stumbled adorably as she ran over: "Auntie, auntie, I’m here, and the bucket is here; quickly put the fish inside, it looks so uncomfortable."

Even from such a distance, the old man could clearly see that the fish was indeed large.

The old man turned his face away in a deep huff but still snorted with disdain.

Hmm, just a bit of good luck, that’s all.

It doesn’t prove anythi...

"Hey, Li Li, look, your rod is moving too, surely another fish is caught!"

The old man: "..."

"Wow! This one’s even bigger than the last!" Song Qingwan’s laughing voice came over: "Our luck today is really great."

The old man: "..."

...

In less than half an hour, Song Qingwan and Lu Li caught a bucketful of fish.

Almost as soon as they put their bait down, a fish would bite.

Over there it was very lively, constantly needing help to pull up fish, whereas on the old man’s supposed professional fishing side, things seemed much quieter...

Half an hour passed, and he had only caught a tiny fish, not even as thick as a finger.

The old man’s face turned completely dark.

...

Song Qingwan and the little loli had caught enough and didn’t plan to fish any further.

They leaned over the bucket, counting fish one by one, and after a while, the little loli raised her sparkling eyes and extended her little hand, showing a number:

"Auntie, auntie, we caught nine fish! So many!"

Song Qingwan smiled, and before she could reply, she saw the old man walking over with his fishing rod, his face somber.