After this maneuver, the remaining living snails absorbed the flavor of the juice, significantly enhancing their effectiveness in attracting fish to the spot.
With the preparations complete, the next steps were simple. Zhang Yang swung the bait spoon, scooping snails with each flick of his wrist, tossing them into the fishing spot, patiently waiting for the grass carp to take the bait.
Fish like grass carp, being of larger size, are slower to approach the bait. Zhang Yang and his friends weren't in a hurry; they leisurely replenished the bait area and chatted with Old Wu, so it didn't feel dull at all.
Before they knew it, it was already past 10:30 in the morning. Zhang Yang and the others were chatting when they heard the roar of an engine coming from the mountain path nearby.
"Here they come! It's Ming and the others!" Before anyone appeared, Old Wu recognized his best friends just by the sound alone.
