Zhang Yang was just about to tell Xiao Yi to return to the car to grab some sausages and bottled water to fill their stomachs, when he saw a silver-gray Jetta approaching from afar and stopping atop the East Bank dam, which was over ten meters high.
The flat-headed guy who was next to Zhang Yang's fishing spot on the South Bank strolled over, greeting them as he walked: "Hey handsome, haven't had lunch yet? My friend brought us food, let's eat something hot together!
Anyone else hasn't eaten? Don't be shy, let's all eat together! We've prepared quite a lot of food and even a stewed goose!"
Compared to commercial fishing pits, wild fishing brings a much more genuine rapport among strangers. With a single call, the flat-headed guy had seven or eight people standing up from their fishing spots.
Zhang Yang didn't hesitate either, upon hearing the invitation he hooked his line, put down his rod, and got up from his fishing spot.
