"If you still feel uncomfortable—"
"Or—should we go somewhere else?"
Father Zhang's next words never made it out. A voice interrupted him.
"Hey, let's have a competition."
It was the young man. Holding a fishing rod with bait already on the hook, he smiled provocatively at Zhang He.
Then his gaze slowly swept over Zhang Bo, Zhuge Yun, Zhao Luzheng, and Xiao Xiao. His expression brimmed with confidence. "Anyone can enter. We'll compete boat against boat and see who catches the biggest fish. How about it?"
Zhang He was just about to snap, "Who are you? Who said we wanted to compete with you?" when the other man spoke again. "It's only for fun."
"You're not going to refuse, are you?"
"Could it be that you're afraid of losing?"
He swallowed the words he'd been about to say. Lifting his chin, he put on a smile even more disdainful than the other man's. "Afraid of losing?"
"Heh."
"Do you know how old I was when I started fishing?"
"If you're not afraid of losing so badly you'll be embarrassed, we'd be happy to give you beginners a few pointers."
Uncle Zhang pressed his fingers to his brow and said helplessly, "That kid can't resist the slightest provocation."
"He's bragging again."
"How does he know how good that guy is at fishing?"
"Uncle, Ah He learned from you. How could his fishing skills be bad?"
Zhang Bo thought his uncle was being too cautious.
The other guy was obviously some rich young master out for a day of fun. Zhang Bo believed he could fish.
But to say that his fishing skills were good enough to beat a fisherman's son? Zhang Bo thought that was a complete joke.
How many times a year did the other