Manbao looked at the oil in the jar and, even without Keke's help, knew it wasn't enough. She pursed her lips, set down the oil pot, and went out feeling dejected.
As soon as Junior Ms. Qian saw it, she understood. She glanced at the oil in the jar and thought it seemed quite ample.
If that wasn't enough, how much oil would they need? She dared not bring it up again, worried that the child would pester her for fried fish.
Manbao squatted in front of the bucket filled with small fish, watching them swim back and forth. Her eyes darting around, she grabbed a basin and began to scoop up the fish.
Upon seeing this, Datou approached and asked, "Little aunt, what are you scooping them up for?"
Manbao replied, "I'm going to find Shanbao."
Datou's mouth fell open in surprise. He quickly clutched the wooden basin protectively and said, "Little aunt, the young master has his own fish; we don't need to send any over."
