"Hmm, they're still too small. No rush, if you want to eat them, we can buy some from outside," Qing Yi said with a smile.
Qing Shui chuckled, "There's plenty of fish in the pond; it doesn't matter if they're small or not, I can guarantee that the ones sold outside won't taste as good." Having caught a few fish.
"That's enough!" Qing Yi shouted, stopping Qing Shui from catching more fish.
Qing Shui knew Qing Yi's cooking skills were top-notch among the crops. He licked his lips because he knew that in the future, even without saying anything, every dinner would have a touch of magic.
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The sound of chopsticks hitting the table echoed around Qing Shui, who glanced intensely at his bowl of rice and his uncle Qing Hu, along with Qing Shan and Qing Shi beside him, all devouring the fish voraciously.
