Su Xiaoyue couldn't help but laugh as she listened to the conversation between the father and son.
When Fan Shaoming fished, he seldom got a bite, and the only time he did catch a fish, it ended up being shot into oblivion during her and Mingyu's slingshot competition. As for Mingyu, he was still young, so it was natural for him not to catch any fish.
"Mingyu, come here, if you want to eat fresh grilled fish, Mommy will go fishing." Seeing Fan Shaoming speechless and reduced to just staring blankly after being refuted by his son, Su Xiaoyue laughed and called out to her son in the creek.
But Mingyu was stubborn, "Mommy, I have to catch a fish myself, to defeat daddy!" Having said that, he gave Fan Shaoming a defiant look, to which Fan Shaoming hummed, "You always say, 'like father, like son.' If daddy can't catch a fish, don't you think about catching one either."
"Daddy, what will you reward me with if I catch a fish?"
Mingyu looked like he wanted to make a bet with his father.
