"You carried them all this way by yourself?" asked the Ruanlin family member, her face filled with disapproval. She stepped forward and pulled at his arm, "Your hands must be sore by now, you silly boy. They're so heavy, you should have asked your Uncle Ruan to carry them."
As she spoke, she quickly picked up the two buckets and carried them into the yard.
"You've worked too hard. Just wait, Grandma Ruan will pick out some nice fish for you to thank you for the help..."
"No need, no need," Xiu Xun hastily waved his hands: "I've caught plenty, and there's a lot more at home. We have enough to eat."
His gaze shifted to the line of eleven people standing there and eventually rested on Ruan Jiaojiao, who had red eyes: "Grandma Ruan, what's wrong with Jiaojiao?"
