Chapter 2: Fierce Uncle Liao
"Come on, Uncle Liao, should I bring this urn closer to you, to share some of the joy?"
"Cough cough..." Uncle Liao coughed intensely by Ye Chen's words.
He waved his hands, "Forget it, forget it, I'm not done living yet!"
"I'll pass on the good luck..."
Ye Chen smacked his lips and said loudly in a regretful tone, "Ah, never mind then, Old Liao. Look at those other old men over there."
"They've been eyeing my fishing bait box since this afternoon..."
The next second, a chorus of curses came from around.
"Commander Ye, thanks a lot!"
"What do you mean 'eyeing'? We see it as bad luck, just didn't have the heart to tell you!"
"Exactly, exactly, you've been fishing 'air force-style', that's why we didn't have the heart to ask you to put it away."
They say that senses weaken with age, but it seems not for these fishing enthusiasts.