The dinner table was graced with a big fish.
There was another one in the refrigerator.
Xiao Yu enthusiastically tucked into his bowl, "You have no idea, this fish put up such a fight—it nearly got away, but luckily my skills were superior…"
"Enough, enough. Seeing you brag just for catching a fish. The boy caught one too but didn't blow his own trumpet like you..."
Zhou Nan muttered, suddenly pausing mid-sentence, suspiciously asking, "Did you really catch it?"
"Of course!"
"..."
Little Xiaoyu held his bowl, silently eating his meal in silence.
Zhou Nan glanced at the father and son but said no more.
After dinner, while cleaning the table and Zhou Nan was washing dishes in the kitchen, Xiao Yu pulled his father into the study.
"What's the big deal about borrowing a fish from your son, I'll pay you back next time!"
"Already eight now, you said when we get to ten, you would give me that rod," Little Xiaoyu noted emphatically in his notebook.
