In Lin Xiang's understanding, shrimp are easy to catch; as long as you cast the net and scoop it up, you'll end up with quite a lot of shrimp.
She thought Lin Yun would do the same.
But she forgot that she now lived in the seventies, and using the inherent logic of the future to consider the current life was obviously unrealistic.
"Brother, I'm sorry, I... I hadn't thought it through."
Lin Yun smiled, "It's not a big deal. It's only a matter of a few minutes in total. I won't get sick. I'm not as frail as you think."
He then turned his head to Liu Pei and said, "Smartie Liu, Niuzai just wanted to prepare a good dish for the foreign guests, and shrimp is an essential ingredient. We all know the importance of foreign guests. Not to mention just catching some shrimp, even if we had to catch all the shrimp in the river, it would be justified."
"I understand your good intentions, but Niuzai is not wrong in this matter."
So, you cannot groundlessly blame Lin Xiang.
