The boat floated on the sea, rising and falling as it slowly drifted with the current, rocking entirely with the waves.
Ye Yaodong went over to the basin where his father had just chopped up the small fish, picked out a little piece of fish at random, and put it on his hook.
Father Ye sounded doubtful. "What could you possibly catch with that?"
"Dad, you're underestimating me. Just watch. I'll catch you a big one in a minute."
Father Ye gave him a disdainful look. "You dare use such a big piece of bait on that lousy rod? If a slightly bigger fish bites, it could snap your bamboo pole with a little struggling."
"Uh... then I'll change the bait. A little shrimp should catch something smaller."
A while back, he had caught a croaker weighing over twenty jin, and the rod had bent so far it nearly snapped.
Once he made some money, he would upgrade his equipment too. The rod he had seen those rich kids using on the yacht last time seemed pretty good. It could even land bonito weighing several dozen jin. He really wanted one.
"Dad, don't knock it. I've caught plenty of fish with this rod. I'll catch one right now and show you."
Father Ye pursed his lips and ignored him, finding an open spot where he could lie down and take a nap.
Ye Yaodong did not mind. His father could doubt him all he wanted; he would keep fishing.
Once he had baited the hook, he cast it into the sea, lowered the brim of his hat, and waited patiently. Less than a minute later, the rod moved.
Neither delighted nor surprised, he lifted the hook. This was entirely what he had expected. What he had not expected was that