"Fish! Fish!"
"Ha ha ha..."
By the riverbank, Niuwa was clapping his little hands, his chubby cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Niuwa, catch it!"
Zhao Zhuangshi mischievously threw a big fish towards Niuwa.
Niuwa, serious-faced, spread his arms wide open to match the fish's trajectory, lunging forward and firmly hugging the fish to his chest.
The plump big carp, not content to stay still, wriggled vigorously, its tail smacking Niuwa's face several times with a slapping sound.
"Ha ha ha ha..." Zhao Zhuangshi laughed unscrupulously.
Niuwa, neither annoyed nor complaining, took three steps in two and ran to the basket, tossing the fish into it.
Only then did he turn back, puffing his round cheeks, and said to Zhao Zhuangshi with all seriousness, "Brother Zhuangshi, don't bully me, or else I'll tell Sister Lin."
"Gah—"
Zhao Zhuangshi's laughter came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had suddenly seized his throat.
