After a long time, Yun Qi hadn't caught a single fish. She sat on the big stone platform, dangling her bare feet, and watched Yun Qiuce fiddle with the fishing line, looking calm and collected.
Indeed, under her uncle's careful and meticulous guidance, their fishing line finally got tangled.
"Oh dear, it's dark, can't see clearly, let's wait until tomorrow. It seems there's no fish in this pond."
Yun Qi turned her head haughtily, "Clearly it's because uncle isn't skilled. Grandpa taught me earlier, and I caught several fish."
As she spoke, she picked up the small red bucket beside her and emptied the fish she'd caught earlier back into the pond.
Yun Qiuce wasn't annoyed. He looked towards the front hall and said, "What's the Old Master up to? Why hasn't he come back for so long?"
"Arguing, I suppose," Yun Qi murmured, shaking her head nonchalantly.
