After bustling in the kitchen for the better part of the day, Qi Taiguo came back early around five o'clock, rolled up his sleeves, and started to help Cheng Su with the work—killing fish.
He deftly cleaned a lively big grass carp in just a few moments. Cheng Su found it strange; after all, he had been a soldier for over a decade. One would think he wouldn't know how to do household chores, yet there he was, killing a fish like a pro, not even bursting its gallbladder.
"Before I joined the army, I was already a lad who could handle work. Didn't my dad sell fish for a while? I helped him with the stall and killed fish. Wasn't that just a trifle?" Qi Taiguo said with a smile, "I can kill chickens too. From now on, don't you do it; if the chicken makes a fuss and hits you, be careful not to get cut by the knife."
