Without realizing it, time had drifted to a little past eleven in the morning, and after landing about another ten fish at the fishing spot, most people fishing along the shore had stopped biting.
Lin Yang turned his head to look around and then said, "Immortals struggle to fish at noon, The fish mostly stop biting around midday. I'm going to stop the livestream for now, but if the fishing improves, I'll continue streaming in the afternoon."
After turning off the livestream, he got up to stretch his somewhat stiff body, then proceeded to unpack the fermented corn from the box behind him.
"Uncle, Brother Bo, shall we bait the spot some more?" he called out from a distance.
Yang Xincheng said, "Let's top it up, since they've all tailed off anyway. The catfish and carp have started biting, but we haven't caught any big ones yet; we definitely can't stop baiting!"
Wang Bo replied, "Sure, I'll start cooking! I'll prepare a couple of fish for a fancy dish for lunch!"
