My Life with Narration-Chapter 201 - 200: Novice Protection Period

That’s some serious luck you’re talking about here, Su Hongye was about to start asking for insider info from the industry. He’s been noting his son’s recent success getting noticed by a big company leader — surely their judgement surpasses his own. After all this chatter, you’re telling me it’s all about luck?

Old Su was so mad he nearly whipped out his ’Seven Wolves’ cigarette pack to demonstrate what real paternal love is.

"Dad, where are we going?"

On the suburban road, Old Su drove his beloved little car, taking himself and Big Yellow out for a drive, as he nearly got worked up at home earlier.

"To keep me company while fishing. Uncle Li has something today, so you’re going to accompany me instead?"

As he drove, Old Su glanced sideways at his son in the passenger seat.

"Woof woof woof!" [Woohoo~ Let’s fly!!]

Su Qing: ...

Looking at the overly excited Big Yellow in the back seat, Su Qing couldn’t help but want to punch the dog. The dog had been home for just one day, and its true nature was already showing. It seemed a bit like it deserved a smack.

Before, when Su Qing got scolded at home, this dog would grin widely and bark along. Back then, he didn’t know what it meant, but since there’s a voiceover now, he realized the dog was actually gloating.

"Dad, I don’t know how!"

"It’s fine if you don’t know, you can just watch me fish. Kid, you’ve got a lot to learn!"

Su Qing: ...

For some reason, he felt like Old Su deliberately wanted to show off in front of him. Since being a father doesn’t count for much anymore and earnings aren’t as impressive as the son’s, if he wants to one-up his son, he has to rely on his own expertise!

Exactly, that’s what Old Su was thinking. He wanted to teach his son through fishing that no matter how much money you make, your old man is still your old man.

Very soon, Old Su, driving his little car, brought his son and the dog to a wild riverbank where he often fished and picked a good spot to set up the umbrella.

"Here, you can use this. Although it’s a bit old, it’s enough for you to practice with!" Saying this, Su Hongye pulled out an old fishing rod he used before from the trunk and handed it to Su Qing.

I mean, despite the rod being several years old with the paint peeling off and being quite short, the most critical thing is, this is a broken rod.

Not only was it missing a third of itself, but even the spot for tying the hook at the top bore signs of Old Su’s own repairs, using waterproof tape typically for DIY.

With this thing, it’s not even as good as the oh-so-straight and long stick he used for ancestor offerings: "Dad, this isn’t right, is it?"

"What’s wrong with it? Don’t worry, play around, break it if you must, it’s already broken!" As he spoke, Comrade Old Su pulled out his big treasure.

A black carbon fiber fishing rod — be it material, design, or grip, just looking at it, you’d know it’s a fine piece. The key is, Old Su also has his own tackle box, having everything from hooks to lines, like a complete gear setup.

Though he’s not fond of fishing, he knows the rod in Old Su’s hand is certainly no cheapo like what he’s got.

Indeed, even a cheap rod is permissible, but what’s the point of handing me a broken rod? And you’re not afraid I’ll break it? It’s already broken!

"Dad, are you sure we’re here for fishing with this thing?" Su Qing finally spoke after a long look.

Su Hongye: →_→

"Fishing appears simple on the surface, but actually involves many subtleties. A good rod for you would be a waste, you need to make do. With good skills, I can catch fish with a bamboo stick, just watch!"

With that, Old Su skillfully attached lines to both rods, hung hooks, personally mixed bait with water, and began pitching, soon leaving a lump of bait in front of both of them.

"Watch the way I cast, and here we go!"

As the words fell, Old Su swung his arm, a whistling sound slicing through the air, the hook carried the line to the deep spot near where they pitched earlier.

Meanwhile, Su Qing looked at his short and stubby broken rod, shaking his head helplessly, imitated Old Su’s casting style, and the result didn’t even reach halfway.

Seeing this, Old Su nodded in satisfaction, gave him a pat on the shoulder, and laughed, "Take it easy, no rush!"

[Beginner’s luck activated, the less you know, the luckier you get; this is an iron law in the fishing world.]

Hearing this, Su Qing chuckled. Although he didn’t know any such fishing iron law, he was aware of beginner’s luck. In other words, fishing also depends on luck, and apparently, today his luck wasn’t bad.

An hour later

"How come, why aren’t the fish biting today?" Su Hongye complained, chewing on his thumb with a constipated look.

"Got it! Wow, another silver carp, Dad, look, look!" Su Qing drew the fish in close, but was struggling to keep a grip.

Primarily, it’s too slippery, not to mention, he didn’t know how to unhook it.

Seeing this, Old Su scooped the fish up with a net, skillfully unhooking it, and just as he was about to put it into the bucket, he heard:

"Dad, put it here!" Su Qing pointed to the bucket beside him and smiled.

Su Hongye: ...

"Here, here, here, it’s just a silver carp!"

With that, Su Qing looked at his bucket: "Dad, I’ve got three now!"

"Nobody’d mistake you for a mute if you said less. Besides, these are just small fry, hardly longer than a pencil, while your dad is aiming for big fish. Such small ones, I don’t even bring them home!"

Just as the words left his mouth, there was a splash.

"What was that sound?" Old Su asked confused.

Su Qing gestured next door. Following the direction of his finger, Old Su saw not far from them, water splashing in the river with a yellow figure sporadically appearing — it was Big Yellow.

The key point was, it had a huge carp in its mouth; one look and you could tell it was a sizable fish, at least larger than those found in the grocery store.

At this moment, Big Yellow was struggling to swim ashore, the big carp in its mouth flapped and slapped its muzzle audibly, it looked painful.

Once onshore, Big Yellow laid the big carp beside the two of them, raised its dog head and barked twice proudly:

"Woof woof!" [You two good-for-nothings, watch me. Without me, this household would starve!]

Su Qing: "Dad, what do you think?"

Su Hongye: ...

He couldn’t quite explain it, but today just didn’t seem to be his day, continuously getting embarrassed, even by a dog.

Su Qing managed to catch quite a bit using a broken rod, Big Yellow, with no rod at all, could wreak havoc in the river, whereas Old Su, the self-proclaimed angler, gained nothing.

Such a disparity left Old Su, the head of the household, feeling a bit humiliated.

It must be said, Big Yellow’s beginner’s luck seemed even more potent. Maybe this is what they call man not matching up to a dog?

But thinking about Old Su himself, he kind of accepted it, after all, he doesn’t actually like fishing.

"Let’s grill it, I’m hungry!"

Su Qing: ???

"Here, grill fish? A barbecue?"

"I meant the dog!"

Su Qing: ...

Big Yellow: ヽ(ﾟДﾟ三ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

[Someone’s going to kill the dog, someone’s going to kill the dog]

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