"Uncle Liu, I won't argue with you on this point, a correct backside really does allow one to do as they wish! Remember last autumn at the Dong Family's big pit fishing for carp, I drew the south bank with the oxygen machine for three straight matches. That thing, it would slay gods and Buddhas in its way!" Qiangzi reminisced about his glorious victories, spitting as he spoke with fervor.
Fishermen never lack topics of conversation. As long as they find the right direction, their brags are endless, completely uninhibited by the relevance of actual facts.
Yue Feng could understand this point. Who doesn't have dumplings for the New Year? Almost every angler can face their moment in the limelight.
As they discussed with great enthusiasm, Yue Feng just listened attentively while serving tea and water, quietly taking notes of many little skills he was previously unaware of.
