Yang Chuxia didn't ask what he wanted to do; she just took out the purse and threw it at him, "Pick whichever you like."
Ye Zi'an did not hesitate to choose a few similar-sized ones, both pink and purple.
When they got home, Ms.Wang was cutting fish pieces with some helpers. These fish were from the river that Yang Chuxia had fished from. Ms.Wang had gotten too lazy to discuss Yang Chuxia going to that river anymore. Because talking about it was useless, Yang Chuxia would still happily go regardless, and she couldn't be hit at her age, right?
"Mom, are you going to fry these fish pieces?" Yang Chuxia inquired.