Shen Manor backs onto a mountain, with a lake in the front, and a natural stream running along its edges.
Shen Jue led Rong Qingqing as they walked along the stream.
Shen Manor has always had people tending to every plant and grass here. Rong Qingqing, being a curious person, would take out her phone to scan any tree or grass that caught her attention to find out what kind of plant it was.
So, they were not walking very fast along the way.
"Hey! Shen Jue, did you see the fish in the stream?"
Suddenly, Rong Qingqing excitedly shouted to Shen Jue, pointing at a yellow stone in the stream, "There are two striped little fish clinging to the stone, very small, only as long as my fingernail!"
Shen Jue responded with a hum, "In the water plants, there are also small white and almost transparent fish, the same size. When it’s the right season, you might even see a kind that’s yellow and black with bulging cheeks."
When Shen Qiao was little, he often messed around with the creatures in this stream.
Rong Qingqing’s eyes lit up, "Wait for me here! I’ll run back to get a fishing net and a bucket!"
Before she even finished speaking, Rong Qingqing was already sprinting towards the direction of the lotus pond at a hundred-meter dash speed.
About five minutes later, she was seen running back, huffing and puffing, with a couple of things in her hand.
Once she got back to Shen Jue’s side, Rong Qingqing bent over, gasping for breath, "Almost ran me half to death. At times , I feel Shen Manor is just too big."
Shen Jue laughed softly, "Are you going into the water?"
"I don’t like fishing, but I love catching fish!" Rong Qingqing shook the fishing net in her hand, "You wait on the bank for me while I go down to play for a bit and catch a few fish to raise."
After finishing speaking, Rong Qingqing rolled up her long sleeves and happily trotted down the path, stepping into the stream, and exclaimed.
"It’s a little cold." Rong Qingqing said, but she showed no sign of backing out, as her eyes were already locked onto the striped little fish clinging to the stone.
Shen Jue watched Rong Qingqing play from the bank.
The stream was shallow, just covering her ankles. She held up the fishing net, slowly approaching the fish, then swiftly covered it with the net.
You could tell from the way she moved that she was experienced.
Just when Shen Jue thought Rong Qingqing was about to land her first fish, he heard her stamping her feet in frustration.
"The holes in this net are too big, the fish swam right through them! What a waste of my efforts to bring it all the way here!" Rong Qingqing threw the net to the bank and went straight in with her hands to catch.
She gently cupped her hands around the little fish, one on the left and one on the right, slowly closing in.
But again, she came up empty.
Seeing her pouting in frustration, Shen Jue suggested, "Try guiding the fish towards the bucket, I saw Qiaoqiao do it like that when she was little."
Following his advice, Rong Qingqing placed the bucket upside down directly in front of the fish and started shooing them towards it.
A moment later, she stood the bucket upright, laughed heartily, and gave Shen Jue a thumbs up.
She then said, "But I only have one bucket!"
"Yes, you only have one bucket." Shen Jue couldn’t hide his laughter.
"Don’t think I can’t tell you’re mocking me." Rong Qingqing rolled her eyes at Shen Jue and splashed water in his direction.
Shen Jue stepped back just enough to dodge it.
After splashing him once, Rong Qingqing bent down and continued catching fish.
Shen Jue stood by the bank watching; back when he used to accompany Shen Qiao, he didn’t have this much patience. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel·fıre·net