The day was pleasant, with gentle winds and a radiant sun.
"Oh, isn't that the fishing rod you bought three years ago?"
Holding a box, Tao Yao tilted her head, her thin blouse of red against white patterns matched with a pleated white skirt, particularly striking. She looked at Zhou Li, carrying a blue bucket in one hand and a rod in the other, and asked with a beaming smile:
"What? After three years, you're going to feed the fish again?"
"What do you mean 'feed the fish'? How can you slander me out of thin air?!"
Zhou Li became flustered, defending himself in a huff, "This, this, I've been invited by the old scholar to go fishing at the Wei River. How can you say I'm going to 'feed the fish'?"
"I want to eat braised crucian carp."
After placing the box on a table to the side, Tao Yao, with her hands behind her back, mischievously tiptoed over to Zhou Li, tugged at the hem of his clothing, and with her glossy eyes slightly pleading, she spoke in a delicate voice:
