Zhang Yu carried a bucket into the recycling station, and Old Man Wang casually asked, "How was the catch today?"
"Caught two or three small fish today."
Zhang Yu had just thought of it, "We'll have fish soup tonight."
Even though they ate fish every day, Zhang Yu couldn't help but worry, "If we eat fish like this every day, won't we get tired of it?"
"No, no." Zhao Lei indicated that even if they had fish for every meal, it wouldn't be a problem.
Well then, Zhang Yu thought, even though Zhao Lei said it was okay, for Old Man Wang, as long as there was food, it was fine.
Zhao Hong, the foodie, didn't even need to be mentioned—good food and meat did the trick.
"Tonight we'll have fish noodle soup." Zhang Yu decided there needed to be a change of flavor.
Fish noodles? Does that mean just putting some fish on the noodles? Zhao Lei didn't understand why Zhang Yu was so excited about such a way of eating.
