"Hey, what do you mean? You mean I don't read books!"

Jiang Xia naturally did not call An Ning to stop, and An Ning returned home carrying more than ten fish of his own.

Jiang Xia took two fish and lifted them up fiercely.

"What are you looking at? I'll make you sweet and sour braise when I get home."

Jiang Xia carried the fish home, and when he got home, there was no need for Grandpa Jiang to kill the fish, scrape the scales, remove the internal organs, mix the sauce, and put it into the pot.

Once the process was completed, the smell of fish soon burst out in the kitchen.

"Should I say it or not, you have mastered your cooking skills, so I don't have to worry about you starving to death."

Grandpa Jiang was sitting on a small bench, watching Jiang Xia lighting the fire.

"What's so difficult about this? It's a piece of cake."

Grandpa Jiang looked at the arrogant Jiang Xia, fanned himself with a cattail leaf fan and said, "Let's just cook. It's too difficult to make pancakes."

"What's the problem? Just wait."

Jiang Xia stood up to make a meal, and Grandpa Jiang behind him smiled slyly.
Chapter completed!