Bo Jinlan raised an eyebrow, "Not only is this soup made by my own hands, but the fish was also caught by me personally."
Jiang Yaoyao's laughter was on the verge of making her head tilt, "You can fish, too?"
"Simple," he said, "All the tools are ready, as long as you have the patience, just sitting there will get you fish."
"It's not..." Jiang Yaoyao held back her laughter, "I mean, isn't fishing a sport that old men in their sixties and seventies like?"
Bo Jinlan: "..."
"Hahahaha..." Jiang Yaoyao finally had her fill of laughter, feeling much better.
She scooped a spoonful of the soup into her mouth, "Mmm, delicious!"
The somber look on a certain someone's face finally improved, "Have some fish, but be careful with the bones. Crucian carp has a lot of them."
Jiang Yaoyao nodded while eating.
