"Alright then, before we head out, let me whip up some meat for you. Fishing takes a lot of energy." Han Qiwu chuckled. "Do you like traditional fried chicken? The really big ones."
"Traditional fried chicken? You mean the flour-coated kind? I love it!" Tang Qingying's eyes lit up immediately. When she was little, she used to love the fried chicken from a small shop next to her school.
Sadly, after the old man who owned the shop passed away, his son couldn't recreate the same flavor, and she never went back there again.
"Do you want me to help out?" Tang Qingying rolled up her sleeves, ready to jump into action.
Han Qiwu quickly waved his hands. "No need, no need. You finally have a holiday, so just relax. I've got some sugarcane here; maybe you can gnaw on that for a while."
"Fine." Tang Qingying didn't mind. She leaned back in a chair, lightly swinging her fair, slender legs.
