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“Here you go, Dad,” Su Mengyao handed over a bottle of mineral water: “This is for you.”

Su Yuntao looked at the bottled water in his daughter's hand, then glanced at the orange juice in Mo Xiangwen's hand, and couldn't help but ask, "Why is his orange juice and mine is bottled water?"

Su Mengyao glanced at her father in surprise, then pouted, looking aggrieved. "But Dad, isn't that what you always tell me? Drink more mineral water and less sugary drinks. And you don't even drink sugary drinks yourself..."

Mo Xiangwen, who had been secretly observing from the side, finally felt relieved.

Indeed, novels are based on reality; middle-aged fathers like this are prone to overthinking and misunderstandings.

Seeing his youngest daughter's aggrieved expression, Su Yuntao panicked and quickly softened his tone: "Daddy didn't mean that, I was just asking casually..."

But Su Mengyao had already turned away angrily and returned to Mo Xiangwen's side, muttering under her breath, "Dad is really something, so strange."

The elderly father froze on the spot, staring blankly at his daughter's departing figure.

Mo Xiangwen gently tugged at her finger and whispered to comfort her, "Uncle was probably just joking. Don't take it to heart."

As he spoke, he handed his unopened bottle of orange juice to Su Mengyao.

"How about this, you take this bottle of orange juice over and give me the mineral water instead, okay?"

Su Mengyao turned her head away, her temper flaring up, and pouted, "No, he can drink it or not, it's up to him."

"Come on, come on, Miss Mengyao is the most sensible." Mo Xiangwen continued to persuade in a low voice, both amused and exasperated. "Just consider it a favor to me? Look at your uncle's condition, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this campsite alive."

Su Mengyao glanced at her father secretly, bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Alright, for your sake."

She took the orange juice, walked over to Su Yuntao, stuffed the juice into his arms, and whispered, "Here, can I switch with you?"

Su Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"No need, I was just joking with you."

As he spoke, he handed the juice back to Su Mengyao: "I still prefer drinking mineral water."

"What a joke, it's not funny at all." Su Mengyao wrinkled her cute nose: "Since you said so, let's drink the juice."

Su Mengyao didn't take the juice; instead, she took the mineral water and turned to leave.

Su Yuntao quickly said, "Thank you, Yao Yao."

Su Mengyao gave a soft snort, then quickly walked back to Mo Xiangwen's side and secretly gave him a "done" gesture.

Mo Xiangwen used her body to block her view and quietly gave her a thumbs up.

Su Mengyao was stunned for a moment, then after thinking for a while, she blinked, revealed a bright smile, and gave him a thumbs up.

Su Mengyao didn't leave immediately, but stood next to him quietly scrolling through her phone, occasionally looking up at him.

About half an hour later, another gust of wind blew in.

He shivered slightly from the cold and quickly put on his sun-protective clothing, which made him feel a little better.

A faint fragrance lingered around his nose. Mo Xiangwen suppressed the strange feeling in his heart. He turned his head and saw that Su Mengyao was still standing next to him without any reaction, which made him a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwen couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going back? The river wind is quite strong here, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Hmm... I originally wanted to see what fishing is like, and why you and Dad both like fishing," Su Mengyao said softly. "But it seems like you two can't catch any fish, there's not a single bite."

It was a sweet voice, but at that moment, Mo Xiangwen and Su Yuntao felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing their hearts, and they remained silent, unable to utter a single word.

Su Mengyao looked at them with even more curiosity and asked in confusion, "Did I say something wrong? Or is it just that no fish are biting when I come here?"

Mo Xiangwen and Su Yuntao both nodded slowly and with great difficulty.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it,” the two said in unison.

Chapter 165 Step-by-Step Teaching

"Ahem, that's right, it's just that no fish are biting right now." Su Yuntao coughed lightly and said without changing his expression, "Back when I was in college, every time I went fishing with Mr. Li, I always had the biggest catch. How could I not catch any fish?"

"Really?" Su Mengyao nodded thoughtfully, glanced around, and asked in confusion, "Where are the fish? Are they in the fishing box where you're sitting?"

Mo Xiangwen glanced subconsciously at the fish basket hanging in front of him that had fallen into the water, but neither he nor Su Yuntao had any fish in it at the moment.

But now that things have come to this, how can the two of them, who have been sitting by the river for half a day chatting about the world economy and the general trend of war, not have caught even a single fish?

Su Mengyao keenly noticed that his gaze was fixed ahead. She took a step forward and then noticed that there was a net hanging in front of them, submerged in the water.

The clever girl immediately realized that this would help keep the fish alive. She clapped her hands and exclaimed in sudden realization, "Could it be that it's in here?"

Su Mengyao gently patted his shoulder and excitedly pointed to the fish basket, asking, "Can you pull it up so I can see it?"

Can... is it possible?

Mo Xiangwen glanced at Su Yuntao subconsciously, and Su Yuntao shook his head at him repeatedly.

Are you kidding me?

How could he not know that Mo Xiangwen's fish basket was empty? It's not a big deal if he sees Mo Xiangwen's fish basket; it's his problem if he loses face.

But the problem is, after seeing Mo Xiangwen's empty fish basket, the next thing to see is his fish basket.

It's better for everyone to leave the problem unresolved.

Mo Xiangwen's face stiffened, and he looked at Su Mengyao awkwardly. His brain immediately went into overload mode, frantically trying to figure out how to save face for both of them.

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with a convincing reason for a while.

Su Mengyao looked at him in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly fallen silent.

After a long while, Su Mengyao looked at him, then at the fish basket in front of him, and a feeling of doubt welled up in her heart.

"You guys..." Su Mengyao's gaze darted back and forth between the two of them, and she asked suspiciously, "You're not lying to me because you didn't catch a single fish, are you?"

No, it was your dad who was lying to you; I didn't say anything.

Mo Xiangwen was about to swallow his pride and betray his teammates when he suddenly saw Piao, who had been silent for a long time, finally sway almost imperceptibly.

Good opportunity, little... little Mo!

He quickly lifted the rod, and a small fish, only two or three fingers in size and entirely silvery-white, was pulled out of the water.

Mo Xiangwen skillfully removed the hook from the whitebait that had fallen into his hand, waved it in front of Su Mengyao, and then, suppressing his heartache, casually tossed the precious first fish back into the water.

"Sigh, another small fish. There aren't any big ones." Mo Xiangwen sighed dramatically, then explained to Su Mengyao earnestly, "Uncle did catch quite a few that were a bit bigger than mine, but he threw them all back."

Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was bleeding.

This fish is small, but there's no reason to throw the first fish back.

If we're going to release them, we'll do it after the event is over.

The saying "everything is difficult at the beginning" applies here, though it doesn't mean exactly what it says. But it's perfectly fine to apply it to fishing.

If you throw the first one back, do you even want to catch any more fish?

Su Mengyao remained silent for a moment. She felt that something was wrong, but Mo Xiangwen had indeed just caught another fish and thrown it back in front of her.

"Could it be that Dad is just talking nonsense?" Su Mengyao frowned slightly, looking at her father with some hesitation.

"Hahaha." Su Yuntao laughed twice and nodded in agreement: "What Mo said is right. I wasn't very satisfied with the ones I caught just now, so I put them back."

After saying that, as if to make himself more convincing, he added, "After all, keeping the big ones and releasing the small ones is a good quality that anglers should have."

Really? Su Mengyao had a feeling that these two were lying to her, and she frowned and fell silent.

Mo Xiangwen was startled. How could she possibly come up with any clues?

He quickly stood up from the fishing box, grabbed Su Mengyao's small hand with a big smile, and pulled her to sit down next to the fishing box.

"Come on, Mengyao, since you're already here, how about I teach you how to fish?" Mo Xiangwen chuckled. "This is a hunting activity that humans have continued for thousands of years, so it must have its own fun."

Su Mengyao's thoughts were interrupted when her hand was suddenly grabbed. She was stunned for a moment before he pressed her against the fishing box.

She pursed her lips and gave him a helpless glare.

However, she was also somewhat interested in the "game" that could keep the two people sitting there motionless for an hour or two.

"Okay, then teach me." Su Mengyao

Seeing that Su Mengyao was no longer pursuing the matter of the lack of fish in the fish basket, Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Yuntao, who was even more nervous than him, felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He had just boasted to his daughter, and if she found out that he hadn't caught a single fish, wouldn't he lose face in front of her?

I'd rather die than do something like that.

Fortunately, Mo Xiangwen happened to catch a fish, which gave him another way out.

Suddenly, he found the young man, who seemed to be trying to steal his girl, quite agreeable, and he no longer cared much about the young man teaching Su Mengyao how to fish.

It's going to rain, and a daughter is going to get married—what can truly be avoided?

Oh well, he's just an old man after all, and his daughter will always leave him eventually.

Looking at the river, Su Yuntao suddenly felt a pang of sadness and lost all interest in them.

Mo Xiangwen had no idea what Su Yuntao was thinking. He had just breathed a sigh of relief, but now he had a task of teaching Su Mengyao waiting for him.

Fishing is both simple and difficult.

However, none of that matters. What matters is that fishhooks are quite sharp, and they can easily pierce and bleed a person's skin with just a slight touch.

Not to mention, some fishhooks have barbs, so if you accidentally prick too deeply, you have to be careful when pulling them out to avoid causing more damage.

It doesn't matter if we don't catch any fish, at least Su Mengyao won't get hurt.

Therefore, he dared not let his guard down. He held Su Mengyao's small hand and taught her how to safely and carefully bait the rod, and how to cast the rod to avoid hurting herself.

Finally, he personally demonstrated it several times.

"So do you understand?" Mo Xiangwen said softly, "If you don't understand, I'll teach you again."

Su Mengyao felt her ears burning hot, and upon hearing his words, she nodded repeatedly, "I understand."

Seeing that she seemed a little distracted, Mo Xiangwen was still a bit worried, so he demonstrated it again before placing the rod in her hand and then nervously watching her from the side.

Su Mengyao, however, was preoccupied with other thoughts and felt no tension whatsoever.

Seeing that he finally let go and left her, Su Mengyao gently patted her chest to calm her wildly beating heart.

"Don't be nervous, take your time." Seeing her like this, Mo Xiangwen thought she was nervous, so he comforted her, "It's normal not to catch any fish at first, because you don't have experience and don't know how to read the float and make a catch. Just be careful not to get hurt."

Hearing this, Su Mengyao sighed silently in her heart, glanced at him, and saw the worried expression on his face, so she put aside her little dissatisfaction.

"Okay, I'll be careful." Su Mengyao nodded slightly, then cast the line.

Su Mengyao has a very good learning ability. Although she was a little distracted after Mo Xiangwen taught her several times, she still paid good attention to the details and movements, and cast the fishing rod perfectly.

Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Su Yuntao had just snapped out of his slump when he saw Mo Xiangwen standing obediently two steps away from Su Mengyao, who was sitting in his original spot holding a fishing rod.

"Yaoyao, are you fishing too?" Su Yuntao smiled and said, "Then let's have a competition between father and daughter to see who catches a fish first. I'm..."

Before Su Yuntao could finish speaking, Su Mengyao's float suddenly sank, and the line tightened instantly, causing the rod to bend sharply.

Chapter 166 Are You Overthinking It?

Jiang Mengya looked at the large fish weighing four or five pounds in the fishing box and fell into deep thought.

Even Su Mengli, who always had a smile on her face, showed a rare look of surprise, her gaze shifting back and forth between Yu and Mo Xiangwen.

After all, Mo Xiangwen carried this fishing box all the way back.

Mo Xiangwen felt uncomfortable under Su Mengli's gaze. After a long silence, he finally managed to clarify with some difficulty, "This fish... I didn't catch it."

Not Xiang Wendiao?

Wasn't it Mo who caught it?

Jiang Mengya and Su Mengli were even more surprised, and they both turned their gazes to Su Yuntao standing to the side.

Su Mengli was a little better off, after all, she grew up listening to her father boast about his fishing skills. Although she had never actually seen him bring fish back, she was still willing to believe what her father said.

But Jiang Mengya was different. She and Su Yuntao grew up together and got married after graduating from university. She knew her husband's fishing skills all too well.

I accompanied him to the lake so many times during my university years, and it was considered good if he could bring back a few small fish. I had never heard of a fish weighing several kilograms like this.

After marriage, the two were inseparable. After their daughter was born, they were even busier than ever, so they had no time to go fishing.

“I never expected this,” Jiang Mengya said, giving her husband a meaningful look. Her three short words contained a great deal of complex emotions.

Su Yuntao opened his mouth, wanting to readily agree and show off in front of his wife and daughter.