Yang Xiayun didn't know the meaning of foodie, but she took it as a compliment and clapped her hands, "I am a foodie, I am a foodie." Yang Chuxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her reaction.
After the family had a happy and delicious lunch, in the afternoon, Yang Chuxia didn't go to the fields with Yang Dachuan. Instead, she stayed home to clean the small crabs, shrimps, and fish they had caught in the morning. The old folks in the Yang Family saw her washing these ingredients by the well but didn't say much, only snorting twice as they passed by. It was Yang Ruoqiu who looked down on her family's poverty, even eating such crab shells, and when she saw the small fish, she couldn't help but laugh loudly, saying that Chuxia was so greedy that she even ate baby fish.