Night Fishing Challenge

Inside the private room at the farmhouse restaurant, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

Riding the buzz from the alcohol, Liu Chenhu brought up the topic of having children.

After hearing him out, Su Bai not only felt no embarrassment but instead laughed heartily.

"Uncle Liu, don't worry. Chen Yang's health has been adjusted to an excellent state. We know what we're doing when it comes to having children—I guarantee you'll be holding a chubby grandchild soon." Su Bai raised his teacup and toasted Liu Chenhu with tea in place of wine.

With Su Bai's assurance, Liu Chenhu's weathered old face immediately broke into a smile, and he repeatedly slapped his thigh and said good.

The meal ended with both host and guests thoroughly satisfied.

Once the leftover dishes were cleared away, the farmhouse restaurant owner brought over two cups of strong tea to aid digestion.

Liu Chenhu leaned back in his chair, puffing away at a specially supplied cigarette as he gazed through the floor-to-ceiling window at the reservoir shrouded in night.

The moon was especially beautiful that night. Bright moonlight spilled across the broad surface of the water, setting off rippling layers of silver glimmer.

Looking at that stretch of water, the fingers holding Liu Chenhu's cigarette paused, and a flash of fervent fighting spirit suddenly crossed his eyes.

"Su Bai, now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, dare you come cast a few lines with this old man?" Liu Chenhu exhaled a ring of smoke and turned to Su Bai, his tone carrying a hint of provocation.

Su Bai raised his brows, somewhat surprised.

Of course, he knew Liu Chenhu was a seasoned fishing enthusiast. They had competed a few times before, but each time, Su Bai had relied on his exceptional reflexes and luck