Dinner that night was incredibly sumptuous.
There was boiled fish, sweet-and-sour fish, whole fish with two kinds of peppers, fried yellow catfish, and a pot of richly fragrant crucian carp soup.
The nanny, Xiao Qiu, was quite skilled, and Xie Yunqing had been cooking for decades as well. The whole tableful of fish somehow didn't make anyone feel tired of eating it. Only Dad An's expression remained somewhat dark.
He picked out a piece of tender fish stewed in the crucian carp soup and put it in front of Fugui's cat bowl. However, the half-grown stray cat merely gave it a symbolic sniff, then raised its head and glanced at him indifferently before letting out a faint, mournful cry.
"Meow..."
An Yang said blandly from the side, "That's how it is. Aside from what's on the table and in the kitchen, I also caught quite a few little fish about one or two fingers wide. They were too small and troublesome to eat, so I threw most of them straight to it. It's probably stuffed now."
"It ate all of them?" Dad An's eye twitched.
"Not all of them. There were still plenty it couldn't finish. I couldn't bear bringing them back, so I threw them all back into the river."
"..." Dad An's expression turned as black as if it had been painted with ink.
"It actually... threw them back into the river..."
An Yang immediately broke into a smile. He took out his phone, aimed it at the table, took a picture, and casually sent it to Ji Weiwei.
He added the caption: Fish I caught all afternoon!
Ji Weiwei quickly replied: "Look at the uncle in the upper-left corner of the photo. His expression looks awful, haha!"
An Yang put down his phone and turned to look