The Top Fishing

Without realizing it, time had drifted to a little past eleven in the morning, and after landing about another ten fish at the fishing spot, most people fishing along the shore had stopped biting.

Lin Yang turned his head to look around and then said, "Immortals struggle to fish at noon, The fish mostly stop biting around midday. I’m going to stop the livestream for now, but if the fishing improves, I’ll continue streaming in the afternoon."

After turning off the livestream, he got up to stretch his somewhat stiff body, then proceeded to unpack the fermented corn from the box behind him.

"Uncle, Brother Bo, shall we bait the spot some more?" he called out from a distance.

Yang Xincheng said, "Let’s top it up, since they’ve all tailed off anyway. The catfish and carp have started biting, but we haven’t caught any big ones yet; we definitely can’t stop baiting!"

Wang Bo replied, "Sure, I’ll start cooking! I’ll prepare a couple of fish for a fancy dish for lunch!"

Knowing that the catfish and carp were biting, Lin Yang significantly increased the amount of bait he used, throwing two bags of fermented corn directly into his fishing spot with vigorous splashes.

Recalling that earlier, Zhang Qiang and this other guy hadn’t even greeted when baiting their spots, Lin Yang felt no psychological ripple as he baited his spot, treating others the same way he had been treated.

However, this newly displeased Wu Tian and his companion, who had just set up their own bait an hour ago, were getting bites albeit slowly, but just when Lin Yang replenished his bait, their bites had ceased immediately.

"Hey, dude! Could you give a heads-up before baiting? I just started getting bites here, and now because of your meddling, they’ve stopped!"

Zhang Qiang didn’t dare say anything, but Wu Tian, visibly annoyed, spoke up.