Although he was helpless, Meng Jingtian had no choice but to sit there for more than an hour under the watchful eyes of the crowd that Meng Yuhua had called over.
After this, fishing, this “Entertainment,”had become a shadow in his heart. He would rather jump into the sea to catch fish than fish.
As the countdown approached, Meng Yuhua was even more nervous than Meng Jingtian. He waved away the “Crowd”surrounding Meng Jingtian, afraid that it would affect his retracting the pole.
On the other hand, he was nervously reciting the countdown beside Meng Jingtian.
“Son! Your father, I, have never caught a fish that counts down to more than an hour. You must pull it up and see what kind of fish it is,”Meng Yuhua nagged in Meng Jingtian’s ear.
“Quick, quick, quick! It’s time to pull! It’s time to pull!”Meng Yuhua shouted as soon as the countdown ended.
