Xu Cheng took the fermented tofu dregs off the car, swiftly unwrapped the fine string sealing it, and then, not minding the strong smell, grabbed a handful and brought it close to his nose to sniff.
"Yep, that's the smell! Perfect!!!" Xu Cheng squinted slightly, like an addict showing a blissful expression, very satisfied with the scent of the bait.
In contrast, his little brother Da Bing showed some disgust. Although these fermented baits are very effective for fishing, the sour stench is definitely not friendly to the average person.
A single sniff can knock you over, and if you're not careful and spill it on your clothes, the smell will linger for days, practically a biochemical weapon.
"Bro, are we using this whole bag?" Da Bing asked.
