However, Yi Chichi refused, she was hell-bent on getting abalone.
No choice, Yang Qing had to go home and bring her twenty sun-dried abalones.
Not too big, but not small either, the dried quality is especially good.
"Is this enough?"
"It's enough!"
Yi Chichi beamed as she took them, "Just in time for dinner tonight."
Watching her bustle around, Yang Qing couldn't help but ask curiously, "Didn't you already collect a lot of abalone before? Why are you still short?"
"I didn't prepare them well, the taste wasn't great."
Speaking of this made her angry, "If I'd known they'd end up like that, I would have just taken them directly to the station."
Yang Qing's mouth twitched a bit, this task isn't even hard.
How did she manage to mess up the abalone?
"I'll help you dry them next time."
"Alright!"
Yi Chichi took out needle and thread and started patching up some fabric, Ji Jian came back sweating profusely with a flushed face.
