Chapter 97 Qinglang Visits (1)

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Mai Xiaomai opened the door.

Feng Qinglang's smile was wide, and in his hand, he carried a large red plastic bag with a faint fishy smell. After greeting Mai Xiaomai, he shouted toward the kitchen, "Auntie, guess what I've brought?"

Mother Mai wiped her hands on her apron and came out, chiding, "Really, if you come, you come. Why bring a gift?"

"This isn't a gift. It's something I brought specially for you to cook for me—Chinese sturgeon, which I caught myself!"

Feng Qinglang handed over the plastic bag to Mother Mai.

"Chinese sturgeon? That's good stuff!"

Mother Mai was delighted as she opened the bag to look. The sturgeon inside must have weighed about twenty pounds, its mouth still gasping for air.

"It's this big?"

Mai Xiaomai asked in surprise, "If you sold it, you could probably make a lot of money."

"Money is all you think about! Such a rare and exquisite delicacy, and it was caught by me personally. Of course, I should share it and eat it with you all!"