Junior Ms.Qian gathered the last two pans of fried little fish and decided that tomorrow she would give them to Zhou ErLang to try, while the first basin was also saved for eating later in the evening.
After eating five or six little fish in a row, Manbao was also shooed away by Junior Ms.Qian.
Feeling somewhat heartbroken, Third Son looked at Manbao and said, "Little aunt, we have no more fish to eat."
He wanted to eat fish too, so why, even though the little aunt clearly had mother keep all the little fish, did they have none to eat?
Feeling a bit guilty, Manbao promised, "Wait until we eat dinner, I'll give you an extra one."
Her words didn't cheer up Third Son, who sighed heavily and plopped down on the threshold.
Third Daughter and Fourth Son had always played with Third Son, and seeing their brother like this, they too let out a sigh and sat on the threshold with their chins in their hands, sharing a look of melancholy.
