When Zhang Yang arrived at the pre-arranged meeting point, Han Mocheng, Meng Fan, Liu Zi, and the others were already there. Over at the food truck, the anglers were queuing up to get their meals. This group wasn't in a hurry to eat; each held a bottle of Wahaha and chatted idly about the fish conditions from the morning.
Seeing Zhang Yang arrive, Meng Fan shouted, "Brother Yang is here!"
Zhang Yang grinned and asked, "How did you guys do this morning with the fishing?"
Han Mocheng pursed his lips, a bit frustrated, and said, "Don't mention it. I was doing well in the first half; the fish were biting much faster than the neighbors on either side. But when it got past ten o'clock, and the temperature rose, the fish stopped biting.
I almost tried all my tricks and ended up catching one fish in the last hour! It even hit a frog snagged earlier!"
Zhang Yang nodded and looked at Meng Fan, "What about you, Little Fan?"
