Lin Yuan almost laughed herself silly when she looked closely.
Wasn't the stick Cheng Haoxuan was holding the same one she used to stir the water a moment ago?
Except now one end of the stick had been sharpened, just right for spearing fish.
What was funnier wasn't just the stick, but Cheng Haoxuan's attire.
Clearly a suave young master, he was barefoot, with rolled-up pants, and his robe was pulled up and casually tied into a knot at his waist, which happened to sit awkwardly off to the side, making it look like he had a small basket tied to him—utterly ridiculous.
Cheng Haoxuan himself didn't seem to mind his getup in the slightest; he was excitedly waving the stick around and shouting at everyone, while his handsome face glistened—it was hard to tell if it was sweat from all the fun he just had or the water Lin Yuan had splashed on him.
Tian Xuan was also eagerly standing by Cheng Haoxuan, holding a small bamboo basket that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
