Jiang Sanlang hesitated for a while, but eventually gave in to his daughter and reluctantly took her to the riverbank.
Yingbao crouched down and put the small ball of dough mixed with Wuding chi into the water from her hand.
"What did you throw in?" Jiang Sanlang asked curiously.
"Bait." Yingbao mysteriously replied, "The fish might like it."
Jiang Sanlang laughed, "From what I see, it's just dough. Fish naturally like it of course, but..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard his elder brother Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang shouting from the riverside simultaneously, "Look! Look! Sanlang, quickly look! Some fish are coming!"
Jiang Sanlang looked up and indeed, two dark ridges in the water were heading their way.
"Hey, watch out, everyone!"
Jiang Sanlang promptly picked up his little girl and handed her over to his nephew who had also come, "Quick, take your little sister up to the bank."