"The Young Master is back!"
Luo Yu sat at the entrance of the small courtyard, watching the sunrise, watching the sunset… until he finally saw that familiar figure. He exclaimed in surprise, and then, unexpectedly, discovered that the Young Master was carrying a small wooden bucket this trip, full of water and a few large black fish that clanked and swayed about.
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One hour later, the big moon hung high.
The courtyard of Hidden Dragon Temple emitted the aroma of grilled fish.
"So... you really just went fishing for a day?"
Fatty Luo scratched his head.
Gu Shen, Lu Nanjin, and the "distant guest" Li Qingsui, Uncle Gao, were all gathered in one courtyard, together watching over the hissing and smoking charcoal grill.
The grill was large, roasting several fish at the same time.
