Having eaten their fill, Xin Er slumped in her chair, contentedly rubbing her bulging belly as she said, "Sis, how about we don't sell those fish and just keep them to eat slowly?"
The others heard this and all turned their eyes to Mo Yan. While they were eating the fish, they thought how nice it would be to have such fish every day, but they were too shy to voice this unrealistic desire.
Mo Yan could easily read their minds and chuckled, "Those fish trapped in the net can't forage and will soon grow thin from hunger, then they won't taste as nice! Besides, if I let you eat them every day, before long you'd probably feel sick at the sight of fish."
Xin Er said despondently, "But these fish really are delicious, even better than the ones from the market or caught in the river."