It was still early. Xiaoxiao looked at the sky and could not think of any other entertainment in the village besides fishing. Hence, she carried the basket on her back, picked up the fishing rod, and went to add more food for dinner.
Ning Erlang could now complete the production of sour bamboo shoots independently. Ning Dalang had not returned from sending Shen Tianci off. Madam Song was busy with embroidery, so Xiaoxiao left on her own.
There was nothing to worry about when a twelve-year-old girl walked around the village. Madam Song gave her a few instructions and let her go. However, Ning Erlang shouted from the house, "Then I'll wash some pickles and wait for you to make Pickle Boiled Fish tonight!" Madam Song smiled at him. "You're quite confident in your sister. Aren't you afraid that she won't be able to catch it?"
