When Zhang Ling came down, he found not only Zhang Shan and Wang Fen were there, but Zhou Cuihua was present as well, and even Li Xiaobao was by the fish pond not far away, already holding two fish in his hand.
"Zhang Ling is here!" Zhou Cuihua saw Zhang Ling approaching and smiled broadly.
"You know, Xiaobao wanted to taste the fish, so we are starting a fire!"
Zhang Shan stood by the fire, roasting it and said cheerfully. Although the deep autumn weather wasn't very cold, the air already carried a hint of chilliness.
"Oh!"
Zhang Ling knew Li Xiaobao was preparing to catch fish, so she said to everyone, "I'll go over and take a look!"
Having said that, Zhang Ling walked towards Li Xiaobao not far away.
"Shh, here!"
Li Xiaobao had already heard Zhang Ling coming from afar, made a silencing gesture, handed over the two fish that were strung with grass to Zhang Ling, and quietly said, "You take these over first!"