Uncle Guo took a look at the seven buckets full of fish by Ma Lu's feet and then glanced at the fish bait he had brought.
While everyone went to help catch catfish, he sneakily dumped out half of his bait.
His fish bait was homemade, composed of soybeans, cracked corn, shrimp shells, wheat bran, and the like, all ground up and mixed together. Although it wasn't lethal, it could definitely make you choke with its consistency.
When the group had successfully brought the catfish to shore, Guo Zhengtao looked at Uncle Guo's half-empty bait packet and got the fright of his life.
"No way, Uncle, you actually ate it?"
Initially, Uncle Guo had just been taking precautions, worried that someone might remember his previously boasted grand statements. But when his nephew called out like that, everyone noticed the fish bait was half gone and thought he had already eaten it.