Chapter 9 Fishing Specialization +1?
"Uncle! Who's Zhu Bajie!? If you keep this up, I won't come see you again!" Tang Qingying puffed up her cheeks, grabbed Han Qiwu's wrist, and said angrily, "Pick up the dishes. We're eating at your place. Ignore him."
"Alright, no problem." Han Qiwu immediately stood up and started packing without hesitation.
Mr. Tang's hand is a bit slippery.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, kid? Are you really just going to start packing?" Brother Jing quickly came over and grabbed Han Qiwu's other wrist.
"Tsk tsk, this hand really doesn't cut it. It's too rough," Han Qiwu silently criticized in his mind.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop. Let's hurry up and eat, or it'll get cold and won't taste good anymore." Facing his niece, who was ready to leave with her obedient student at the drop of a hat, even a tough guy like Brother Jing had no choice but to give in.
No matter how outsiders might imagine it, no one could possibly guess that the "sea tyrant" Tang Jing had this side to him.
The same went for Tang Qingying. If Han Qiwu hadn't encountered her today, he wouldn't have discovered this hidden side of his ice-cold academic god of a teacher.
Women are too complicated!
The three of them sat back down to eat.
The golden squirrel-shaped mandarin fish soaked up the sauce perfectly. One bite in, it was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and the fragrance filled his mouth. Even after swallowing the fish, the sweet flavor lingered.