The mad scholar, however, said firmly, "There are. They wash down from the mountain, but they're few and far between. I've seen them catch a few, all about the length of a finger."
Shen Ningning opened her little mouth, then hesitated.
'A fish the length of a finger... that's not even enough to get stuck in my teeth.'
'The big fish Grandma cooks at home are almost as long as a baby's arm.'
However, when Shen Ningning remembered the mad scholar was doing this for her, all her complaints vanished.
"Teacher, I'm going to go play in the water upstream," she said. The little one took off her shoes and socks, revealing her chubby, tender little feet.
She pulled up her pant legs herself and hiked them up high, looking every bit a little fish-catcher.
"HEAVE-HO~" She moved a large rock herself and sat on it in the middle of the stream so she wouldn't get her clothes wet.
