Zhang Yang had just gotten a basic understanding of the fish situation at Pond Number One, when Xiao Meng drove over.
Along with Meng Fan's car, two other cars entered the courtyard. The three cars parked in succession, and the anglers got out one by one, carrying their fishing gear toward the practice rod area.
"Xiao Meng, over here!" called Old Zhao, who was testing the waters. He waved to Meng Fan from a distance.
Meng Fan, carrying his fishing box, walked over to Old Zhao and Zhang Yang.
"Sorry, Brother Yang, Brother Zhao, I got held up by something last minute!" Meng Fan apologized right away with a cheerful smile.
"The bait for Pond Number One is ready, just take it yourself!"
Old Zhao pointed to the bait left in the mixing bowl behind him, enough for the three of them to test fish.
"Oh, great! I've been here a few times, the fish are hard to catch! Just the right time to test how effective Brother Yang's bait is!" Meng Fan said casually.
