Having finished speaking, Qiao Duo'er put more strength into her wrist, and the direction of the fish spear shifted. In no time, she saw three fish skewered on her dagger, each weighing over a pound.
Tan Zhenghong admitted that Qiao Duo'er's technique was masterful, but still he had three lines of concern furrowed across his forehead, thinking it was urgent to buy her a suitable tool, so she wouldn't treat the dagger made of cold iron as a toy.
The frame next to Qiao Duo'er was already half-filled with fish, but she showed no signs of stopping.
Ever since she'd been sick, she lost her freedom, so now that she had the chance, she was naturally keen to make the most of it.
Qiao Duo'er was having great fun, and Tan Zhenghong, too, became thoughtful. Eel was delicious and nutritious, good for nourishing the blood and the qi. When his leg was broken, Uncle Wu even advised him to eat more eel.
