Ye Que looked at his fishing rod, which still hadn't moved an inch.
He felt so frustrated, why couldn't he catch even one fish today?
Watching the little girl catch them one by one, to be honest, he felt jealous.
But what could jealousy do? Luck was on her side, and there was no stopping it; he was powerless.
"Husband, I caught more than you, so later you'll grill them for me to eat, huh."
Ye Que guessed that he would probably end up doing all the grunt work soon.
Chi Zaozao baited her hook again, holding a grilled chicken wing Miss Mu had cooked, nibbling away contentedly while she waited for the fish to bite.
After taking a few bites herself, she brought it to Ye Que's lips, "Husband, you eat too."
Ye Que turned his head away, "You eat it."
"No, you have to eat. How are you going to have the strength to fish if you don't eat?"
Helplessly, she kept holding the chicken wing to his mouth, even though she had taken bites from it.
