The skewers were just right, and the drinking was fine, everything was perfect.
The night was magical and chilly with starlight and moonlight over the highland.
The camper van area had quieted down considerably.
The fishermen's lights were flickering on and off.
Yang Bingbing was still helping Liu Zhizhong pack up the tableware, then they prepared to go fishing.
While packing, Liu Zhizhong wrapped up the leftover bones and scraps with paper towels, not throwing them in the trash bin.
Yang Bingbing frowned slightly and asked with a smile, "Mr. Liu, you're not throwing these away? What are you planning to do with them?"
"After we finish fishing tonight, I'll drop them into the water to make a long-lasting bait spot," he explained. "We won't need to bait the area in the morning, we can start fishing right away and maybe catch a big one. Besides, these scraps will decompose quickly in the water."
"Hehe, smart! You really know your fishing!"