As the sky gradually darkened, Jiang He came back with two fishing rods and a large goose in tow.
The goose was still alive, its small eyes staring at Xu Qing in the living room.
Xu Qing's head was adorned with a row of question marks.
"Why does it smell so bad?"
Jiang He wrinkled her nose, placed the fishing rods aside, and walked over while holding the goose with one hand. When she saw the durian in Xu Qing's hands and the suspicious residue around his mouth, her expression suddenly became very complex.
"Why did you bring back a goose? Where have you been all afternoon? It couldn't be..."
Xu Qing already had a guess in his head.
Fishing—didn't catch anything—grabbed someone else's goose and took it home.
Jiang He was now a seasoned fisherman.
"I bought it..." Jiang He looked down at the goose and then at the clock in the living room, somewhat disdainfully covering her nose and mouth with her other hand. She muttered, "Next time, I'll come back earlier to cook."
