"Did this child dream of eating fish?"
Qi Quanjin laughed and said, "Let's stew some fish tonight! Look at how much she craves it."
Yi Meng also wore a gentle smile.
Tucking the loose hair behind her daughter's ear, she was about to agree but then suddenly thought of something: "Brother Jin, what if we sell the stewed fish at a higher price?"
"What?"
Qi Quanjin was about to lie down. Hearing this, he paused and sat up again: "Ready-made fish?"
"Yes, we'll prepare the fish at home and then sell it as is."
The more Yi Meng spoke, the more she felt it was a good idea: "Considering tomorrow is market day, right? Many people will come to town to buy things. We can set up a big pot at the corner to stew fish, and maybe cook some noodles or something. It's cold, and people will surely appreciate something warm."
"Cooking noodles and such might work, but how should we sell the stewed fish?"
