After buying all the materials and preparing to go back, she suddenly remembered that Lan Yanshu came back from Hangzhou once and praised the West Lake vinegar fish there was very good, so she unconsciously changed the direction.
"Is there anything you haven't bought yet?" With his hands full of food, he couldn't hold her waist, so he opened his arms to block people passing by her.
"No." She shook her head and walked to the fishmonger's stall. "I want to eat West Lake vinegar fish, so I bought one and tried cooking it." She had read the recipe for that dish and it was not too difficult to make.
"Sir, Miss, do you want to buy fish?" When the fishmonger, who was deftly helping his customers to scale the fish, saw business coming to his door, he immediately shouted with a loud smile. "Just take a look and catch any one you pick."
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Catch it yourself? Does he mean to catch it with your hands?[
The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Lan Yanshu took her to the passage between the two stalls, put down the bag in his hand, folded the cuffs of his shirt in half, and then went back to catch fish with a calm look on his face.
A pampered young man caught fish in front of a fishmonger's stall, and the result was predictable. He failed to catch the fish, and his hair was inevitably splashed by the water thrown by the escaping fish, and his shirt was also damaged.
Water stains were everywhere, and the embarrassing appearance attracted passers-by to stop and watch.