She pointed to the braised dishes in the kitchen: "Don't worry about troubling us, all these dishes are ready-made. Later we'll just fetch a roast duck from Aunt Daya's house and it will be all set."
Qin San Lang did not refuse and readily agreed: "Alright, I'll go call Grandpa and Er Lang and then we'll come over."
He had been killing fish for more than an hour, his body stinking of fish, very unpleasant. He had to go home, take a bath, and change his clothes.
Qin San Lang went home, immediately bathed and washed his hair. Just after he finished and returned to the hall, Elder Qin came back. Seeing the cake on the table, he curiously ate a piece, a slight frown forming: "A bit too sweet."
Qin San Lang, while drying his hair, replied: "It is a bit sweet, but delicious."
"Delicious?" Elder Qin looked at Qin San Lang, somewhat surprised. This boy had never liked sweet and greasy things since he was little, but now he actually says this cake tastes good.
