When it comes to friends, Yue Feng is not stingy at all. He and Old Zhang went to the parked car, opened the trunk, and took out four large packages of bait labeled in clear resealable bags with a black marker.
Compared to the finished products with well-adjusted flavor and state, Zhang Fenglin was clearly more interested in the original versions of the different flavored baits.
He eagerly took the bait that Yue Feng handed over, opened it immediately, and started studying it at the back of the car.
After watching for a while, Zhang Fenglin lifted his head, and his gaze at Yue Feng had changed.
"Not bad, how did you come up with this!"
Yue Feng grinned: "What?"