"Brother Pei, if you need any help, just say the word. You've already done so much for us, we feel a bit embarrassed." Xu Nianhua thought they couldn't really help with much, so that's all she could offer.
"Well, tonight, can I have some of your homemade carp soup?" Pei Yicheng's eyes were full of hope.
Xu Nianhua cleared her throat. Compared to the first time they met, he was so different—she didn't react right away.
"Of course you can. You caught all the fish—however you want to eat them is up to you." Xu Nianhua definitely wasn't just nineteen in her heart, even though she sometimes liked to think of herself as a nineteen-year-old girl. Most of the time, though, she was well aware of herself.
Since Xu Nianhua drew such a clear line, Pei Yicheng looked down. He said, "Then let's use some carp tonight for the soup, and pick out a grass carp to have as a midnight snack."
