Rice, egg custard. Stir-fried bok choy with oil. There's also a seafood soup.
When Zeng Hongling came back and saw such a meal, she smiled happily.
"Yuanyuan, look, how do you think my haul today is?"
"Not bad, we'll have it tonight."
"Should I go again this afternoon?"
"You should settle down a bit, look how tan you've gotten."
"It's okay, a little tan is fine, I think it looks good too." Zeng Hongling smiled narcissistically.
Su Yuanyuan felt like an old mother, since the girl herself didn't mind the tan, she said nothing more.
Because the rain was too heavy this time, the village's fishing boats didn't go out to sea. This was a rare leisure time, so all the villagers went to the fields to work, to salvage as much as they could, otherwise, let alone fulfilling their duties, even the villagers themselves wouldn't have enough to eat.
Even the children didn't have time to go to the seaside with Zeng Hongling, so she stopped going.
