Gong Juechen, however, felt exceptionally proud. "Qingqing, the smaller fish have their advantages. You can eat this fish in one bite, not like the one your daddy caught—you have to take lots of bites. Right?"
An Yiqing looked closely at the small fish still bobbing in the air and, after making sure he truly could eat it in one bite, he nodded in agreement. "Mmm, that's right!"
Gong Juechen took the opportunity to ask, "So, should Uncle Chenchen catch more of these small fish for Qingqing to eat, would that be good?"
"Yes!" An Yiqing nodded happily.
When An Jing saw this, she chuckled and asked, "Qinger, are you saying you'd rather eat your uncle's fish than the one your daddy caught?"
An Yiqing replied in a babyish voice, "Qinger will eat the fish Daddy caught first, and after I'm full, then I will eat the small fish Uncle Chenchen caught."
Gong Juechen said, "If you're full, will you have room for the fish I caught?"
