Even if this plate of fish were a delicacy from the heavens, Zhao Nuanyue wouldn't have touched it. She reached over, pushed the dish in front of Zhao Huilan, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Sister, but there's plenty of fish where Nuanyang and I work. In fact, our work assignments are to catch fish from the river, not farm. So we eat fish almost every day and have gotten sick of it. We don't really like it anymore. Isn't that right, Nuanyang?"
"Mhm!" Zhao Nuanyang nodded. His sister had told him not to eat the fish, and besides, it was true. 'Compared to fish, I prefer meat anyway.'
Zhao Jinghai and Wang Lianhua faltered, the smiles on their faces freezing.
Seeing this, Xia Yingyu reached over, took the plate of pork stewed with vermicelli from in front of Zhao Huilan, and placed it before her own son and daughter. "Since Huilan enjoys fish so much, let her have more. It wasn't easy to get a fish," she said. "Nuanyue, Nuanyang, you two have some more meat."
