It's probably too late, Wen Yanqing had just thought to persuade Mr. Lin to give up fishing and go back for some cupcakes, when the float on the water moved.
The fish underneath struggled to dive, bending the fishing rod at the waist.
Wen Yanqing fell silent, contemplating whether to pretend he couldn't reel it in and let the fish break the line?
Mr. Lin, looking at the bent rod, excitedly stood up, "Quick, keep the line taut, don't slacken, it must be a big fish."
Wen Yanqing: I know, but I don't want to reel it in and lift it up.
"When it's crunch time, Dad has to step in." Seeing him dawdle, Mr. Lin simply took over the fishing rod and boasted, "Watch me, all the years I've spent fishing weren't for nothing. Just wait, tonight the fish won't get away."
Wen Yanqing silently facepalmed.
When Lin Gantang arrived, she had just seen her dad pull the fish above water, and Uncle Peng cheerfully scooped it up with a net.
