"Little Cicada, is your grandpa's place around here too?"
"Yep! See that village? That's it!"
Wen Zhixia pointed with her little hand. Chen Shi'an looked over and saw a village nestled among the fields and country roads.
They were nearly there. Chen Shi'an could already see a large reservoir not far from the village. It covered quite an area, its surface sparkling in the autumn afternoon sunlight.
"Taoist, do you think my dad and grandpa have caught anything yet?"
Chen Shi'an glanced at the phone on the mount.
"Hard to say. They might have caught quite a few already. It's past three now, and most fish are more active around this time. We should be getting there at just the right moment. Is that a wild reservoir?"
"I think so? I'm not too sure, but Dad and Grandpa said there are lots of big fish in there!"
"Really? How big was the biggest fish Uncle Wen ever caught?"
"Him?"
At that, the girl couldn't help snickering.
She spared her dad the embarrassment and didn't elaborate, only saying with a laugh, "Taoist, any fish you catch will probably be bigger than his!"
"Does Uncle Wen have any spare rods?"
"He should. He has loads of equipment. Plenty, anyway."
"Okay, no worries. Even if he doesn't, that's fine. There's so much bamboo around here, I can cut a stalk for a rod. All I need is fishing line."
"Don't you need a hook?"
"Having one would be best, of course. Otherwise, I can make a bamboo toggle hook like people used to."
"...Taoist, when did you get hooked on fishing? You sound so excited and knowledgeable!"
"I used to go fishing with my master all the time. Whenever we wanted fish to eat, we'd go catch some."
"You make it sound like