Zhuang Zhixi: "Mom, didn't you say we wouldn't use the old one anymore? Didn't you dislike it?"
Zhao Guihua justified: "It's not like it's soaked in and can't be cleaned. Just wash it clean, right?"
Zhuang Zhixi: "..."
He felt like his mom had tricked him into buying a new kitchen knife.
Ming Mei couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Guihua: "Oh, I asked you to buy a kitchen knife, and you were unwilling. Are you even a son? Do you have any sense of filial piety?"
Zhuang Zhixi quickly said: "Mom, I was just kidding, really, I wasn't unwilling… Oh, let me see, let me see our rabbits. What are we going to do with them? Why did you slaughter them all?"
This was a quick change of topic.
Zhao Guihua: "We can't eat them all at once, so we'll clean them up and eat them slowly."
Zhuang Zhixi: "Hmm, oh right, where's the big fish?"
He looked around, puzzled: "I didn't see it!"
