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Chapter 151: Chapter 122: Can’t I just wash it! [Big chapter, 7000 words!]_2

Son washing socks for his father, that’s only natural!

Of course, washing socks for Bai Zhentian is also reasonable. After all, he’s about to become a grandfather.

So, his son couldn’t escape this duty.

These socks, they were destined to be washed!

Ye Fan also felt that his dad’s look was a bit off, but he didn’t think much of it.

The three of them made an agreement and established some rules before they came to a deal.

After lunch, the trio went to the shallow lake, set up a stand and strung fishing lines.

Bai Susu and others had also learned about their wager.

They all came out to watch, the four little ones curious and looking around in their strollers.

“You see, Susu, your uncle’s feet are incredibly smelly. If anyone had to wash his socks, they’d be knocked out by the stench,” Mother Ye said to Bai Susu beside her at that moment.

“Really?” Bai Susu was somewhat surprised.

Could Uncle Ye’s feet really be that smelly?

“Absolutely, why would I lie to you? His feet reek! Back in the day, I’d make him prepare his own foot-washing water as soon as he got off work, wash outside, and only after he was done was he allowed inside. The smell of his feet was so bad it made it hard to eat!” Mother Ye spoke, her eyes filled with visible disdain.

“Alright, why are we talking about this?” Ye Dong looked at his wife, who was exposing his shameful secret, and suddenly felt quite uncomfortable.

This was definitely not the right pot to stir.

Speaking up like this, how can he still act as an elder?

He couldn’t be blamed for his smelly feet; he didn’t want them to be like that either.

Alas, there was no solution!

Now, it’s much better, nowhere near as smelly as before.

“There’s no one else here, what’s there to fear? You, coming up with such a rotten idea as sock washing, I can’t believe you thought of that,” Mother Ye said, curling her lip.

You should know that often Ye Dong wouldn’t even wash his own socks.

He loathed the smell of his own feet so much that he’d often just toss his socks, wearing disposable ones instead.

I wonder who’s going to lose this time.

If someone really ended up washing Ye Dong’s socks, they’d be struck dumb by the stink!

“I just came up with a bit of a wager, couldn’t think of anything else, so this came to mind,” Ye Dong said as he adjusted his bobber,

Bai Zhentian was also fidgeting with his float, only Ye Fan was leisurely baiting his hook, then scattering the bait; no need to chum the spot here, since the fish were already from their own farm, just baiting the hook would do.

Ye Dong and Bai Zhentian had already cast their rods, while Ye Fan was still working on his bait, finally adding some sticky powder and giving it a pull with the fishhook. Indeed, it worked.

Only then did he cast his rod.

The three men watched their floats attentively.

The hook had some activity, but it was just small fish nibbling away.

Suddenly, old man Bai Zhentian caught a fish, and with a lift of his rod, up came a two-finger-wide crucian carp.

Removing the hook, he tossed the crucian carp into the bucket, keeping it for making soup in the afternoon, his granddaughter’s favorite.

Next, Ye Dong caught a fish too, another crucian carp, which he unhooked and threw into the bucket as well, then baited up and cast out again; they both used red worms or earthworms.

Ye Fan used prepared bait, and although small fish were snatching at it, they were quite aggressive.

However, it quickly quieted down.

Ye Fan, sensing the time was right, hooked a grain of alcohol-soaked corn, and then cast out his rod again.

As expected, the rod showed no movement at all.

Ye Fan had used the prepared bait earlier to disperse the scent, enticing the fish to come closer, and now that the scent had spread, he switched to alcohol-soaked corn.

Little fish couldn’t get at this corn, only big fish with large mouths could take the bait.

So, if the float moved, that meant a big fish had taken the bait.

His corn was also on the smaller side, so any fish below five ounces would struggle to swallow it.

The three men stared intently at their floats. Over at Bai Zhentian’s spot, the fish kept biting, but they were just half-pound crucian carps.

Ye Dong caught a few fish for a while, but then nothing more!

That had Ye Dong worried.

Meanwhile, looking at his son, he finally felt satisfied.

After all, his son was just behind him, and even if he had caught a few little fish while his son was still without any catches!

It seemed that the task of washing socks was inescapable.

Could it be that his son had lost his touch from not fishing lately?

“Son, what kind of bait are you using? It’s not moving at all; just earlier, it was all a ruckus,” Ye Dong curiously observed his son.

Previously, his son’s float was jumping about like it was dancing, hardly staying submerged.

Now, it was just still; not a twitch.

“I’m using corn kernels. If there’s a bite, it’s a big fish!” Ye Fan declared.

“But from what I see, there’s no movement at all; maybe the fish have fled. Could it be that there are no fish beneath your float?” Ye Dong questioned.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time,” Ye Fan was not in the slightest bit anxious.

“Indeed, big fish are very cautious eaters. Using corn is a good tactic. Of course, I noticed earlier Ye Fan was using prepared bait, which could attract a school of fish. The wider the scent spreads, the bigger the fish that are drawn to it. Based on my experience, there must be big fish below now. Look, even the little fish have ceased their commotion, probably scared off by the bigger fish,” Bai Zhentian remarked.

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