C417 Alchemy
"Baba, what's that?"
Underneath New Moon Mountain, when everyone got off the car, Mengmeng asked curiously when he saw Zhao Feng taking out three long cylinders and two to three water buckets from the trunk.
"That's a fishing gear, fishing gear." Zhang Han said with a light smile.
"What's that?" The Mengmeng did not understand.
"It's a fishing tool