As the sun was about to rise, Aunt Wang and the two children should be waking up soon. Wen Nannan turned to the water ghost and said, "Catch me a fish. I want fish congee for breakfast."
"Okay, okay!" The water ghost quickly grabbed a fish and tossed it up, though the poor fish was still half-asleep.
Wen Nannan clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. "How am I supposed to pick this up? Are you expecting me to grab this slippery thing with my bare hands?"
Seeing her frustration, the water ghost quickly grabbed the fish, skillfully threaded a water plant through its gills, and used a dry bamboo stick to skewer it. He handed it to Wen Nannan. "Here, sis! You can carry it like this, no dirty hands, and look, the stick's dry."
Only then did Wen Nannan take the fish, but not without scolding him as she left, "Be more alert next time!"