"What does this mean?"
The scene left the young man stunned and bewildered. After a long moment of failing to make heads or tails of it, he quickly stepped forward and took the dumplings. "Dad, didn't you say you were going fishing? How did you come back with a whole steamer of dumplings?"
"Ah, came up empty. The fish here were pretty foolish at first—they'd bite even without bait."
An Qianshan and An Jing walked back into the house together. Sighing, An Qianshan said, "They haven't gotten much smarter now, either. You need bait, but they still gulp it down in huge mouthfuls."
"It's just that several fish are fighting over the bait. Even if you want one to take the hook, you can't find where the hook is."
"Wouldn't it be enough if I just blew them up?"
When it came to fishing, An Jing had always been brimming with confidence, making An Qianshan's mouth twitch. "Shoo, shoo, shoo! What does a brat like you know about the joy of fishing?"
Shaking his head irritably, An Qianshan opened the door and looked inside. He swept his gaze over Gu Yeqi, who was wiping down the table; Bai Qinghan, who had somehow already taken out teacups and cold-brewed tea for everyone; and You Ruhui, who stood with her arms folded, her eyes closed in thought.
The old father turned to look once more at An Jing, who held the steamer with a smile on his face and seemed to be in quite a good mood. He sighed. "Anyway, even if I didn't catch anything, I couldn't come back empty-handed, could I? Granny Zhang next door happened to have steamed several baskets of dumplings, so I bought one."
"Come, come, everyone, eat dumplings!"
Eating dumplings was the right thing to do.