Lobster Brother snorted, thinking everyone was just sympathizing with his lack of catch.
Ah, you know, among their fishing enthusiast circles, they might be somewhat famous, but once back home, it's all about lowering their heads and feeling sheepish.
After all, whose husband sneaks out like a thief in the middle of the night, calls in the day, and says, "Keep it down, you'll scare my fish away."
Going out in the rain or snow, then bringing back a bucket of fish smelling all fishy—
Oh dear, what's not available at the market nowadays? Who wants to kill fish themselves, gut them, and scale them?
Getting all fishy in the process.
In short, everyone exchanged glances and the word "humble" was written all over their faces.
Until Lun Jing at the front desk called out, "Lobsters are here."
Everyone glanced over—
Whoa, the helpers from the mountain brought down a big basin!
