"Actually, many of us in the village know how to do this," Ye Zi'an said, "Like my third uncle, fourth uncle, and even my eldest uncle, they all know how to do it. It's really nothing special."
Well, Yang Chuxia really didn't know that.
"Wait here for me, I'll go over there and get two wooden sticks." Yang Chuxia ran towards the mountain.
Using the dagger she carried with her, she cut two wooden sticks and sharpened one end of each.
"Let's take one each and see who can spear more fish." Yang Chuxia smiled and handed a stick to Ye Zi'an.
"Xiaxia, since it's a competition, there should be a wager." Ye Zi'an's eyes twinkled, and Yang Chuxia could tell he was plotting something.
However, spearing fish was her strong suit, and she might not necessarily lose.
"Alright, let's have a bet—just say what you want as the wager."
At her words, Ye Zi'an grinned like a fox, his smile resembling Yang Chuxia's at times.
"If you lose, you have to kiss me three times a day."
