Ye Yaodong poked with the needle as he muttered, "Stop moving... almost done... just one little prick..."
"Why isn't it red?"
"All done~"
Only after puncturing the swim bladder did he put the East Star Grouper into the bucket.
Father Ye watched from the side with a doting smile the whole time.
An East Star Grouper! They were rare in these waters. Who knew where that fishing pot had washed in from? This really was an unexpected surprise. They had lucked into quite a windfall.
"Stop staring and get to work. Oh... do you still want this torn fishing pot? It's in such bad shape. Shall I just throw it back into the sea?"
Father Ye immediately snatched the fishing pot away. "Yes! Why wouldn't I? You little spendthrift. Can't we just take it home, wash it, and patch it up? Besides, it isn't even that badly torn. Patching it costs less than making a new one, and another fishing pot means we can catch more. Why turn down something free?"
"All right, then get Mom to wash it and patch it. A Qing needs to rest. She can't do it."
"You certainly know how to pamper your wife."
"Of course. I'm counting on her to look after me when I'm old. You can't rely on sons." As Ye Yaodong spoke, he picked up the longline hooks he had left hanging over the gunwale halfway through hauling them in and resumed.
"You can't rely on sons? You're a son yourself."
"Me? However unreliable I might be, I'm more than capable of providing for you in your old age."
"Say that once you've actually done it."
"Tch~ Who are you looking down on..."
Father Ye returned to his place and continued sorting the Fish Catch. When he spotted the little crabs