A group of people arrived at the garden, and from a distance, they saw a wisp of cooking smoke curling up into the air. Then, a rather fragrant aroma wafted through the air—it must be the children roasting fish.
"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, can we hurry it up? I'm starving. Let's hurry, or else Father will discover us. This fish smells so good, Eldest Brother, is it done yet?" Third Brother Qi Mingxian was still young and didn't dare to do it himself, so he could only watch from the side.
"It's done, it's done. The one in my hand is already cooked. Take it and eat slowly, don't rush, and be careful not to burn yourself," the eldest handed over the fish skewered on a stick to his younger brother.
"If you ask me, we shouldn't be roasting fish at this time at all. Father is at home today, and if he finds out, we are definitely in for a beating," Mingsi grumbled while helping his younger brother eat.
