At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun gently bathed the riverbank. The river shimmered under the sunlight, with fish leaping out of the water and stirring up splashes.
A leisurely procession of eight people made their way from the riverbank to Granny Xu's house, the fish they had caught already taken away by Aunt Zhou.
They had received a call from Aunt Zhou, saying it was time to come back for dinner, so they returned leisurely.
Dinner was still a feast, with the White Radish Lamb Soup that Shen Xingyao had requested at noon, the fish they had caught that day, which Aunt Zhou had fried in vegetable oil until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
There were also the snails they collected, which Grandpa Xu turned into his special braised snails, served in a large bowl.
There were also other dishes, just as plentiful as the ones served at noon.
