"Fish for dinner?"
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, and asked subconsciously: "You know how to grill fish?"
"Of course."
Qing Yuan raised his eyebrows arrogantly, tooting his own horn: "Not only can I grill fish, I can also make fish soup, hold a fish feast, cook fish in red-braised, steamed, and yellow-stewed styles, mastering eighteen kinds of techniques."
"Hehe."
Mu Fan was amused by his arrogant demeanor, letting out a low and pleasant laugh from his throat.
"Alright, I've decided. Catch a few more, and we'll have a fish feast tonight,"
Qing Yuan's spirits lifted, rolling up his sleeves, and ready for a big fight.
"I'll help you."
Mu Fan's mood was also affected, he took the initiative to pick up the fishing rod, attach the bait, and cast it into the water.
*
Capital City, Duke of Zhen's residence.
Xuanyuan Qing, who had a seven-month pregnancy belly, was assisted by a maidservant getting down from the carriage.