I struggled to get up from the ground and watched helplessly as Sima Qing chewed up the golden and plump grilled fish. Then he threw it away and the fish bones flew into the fire, making a "crackling" sound and then turned into ashes.
.Sima Qing didn’t even look at me. She shook her head and went straight to fiddle with the bundle of bamboo.
My fish, my fish - wow wow wow - one by one
"Gulu gulu" My stomach, which was not full, immediately protested.
Sima Yang was startled for a moment, then handed me the fish in his hand. There was a faint smile on his handsome face, and his voice was as soft as the spring breeze: "This is just for you."
I mechanically picked up the grilled fish and took a bite, looking at Sima Yang blankly: "Then what should you do?" [
Sima Yang moved his red thin lips and was about to say something.
Hu Xiang took a step faster, jumped into the middle with a wink, and crossed over to a dark branch with a fish head stuck on it: "Brother Yang, eat mine!"
Sima Yang stared at the branch with only the fins left, and was silent for two seconds: "Huxiang, I still have it."
He raised his hand casually, and a branch appeared in his hand, with a glistening fish strung on it: "Originally, it was reserved for eldest brother, but it is the same now."
As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, his curled eyelashes trembled in confusion, and his eyes were like shooting stars.