563. Oh the Tiny Little Shrimp_1

It's not that Seventh Uncle is too meticulous in his work; it's just that some of these small river shrimp in the two buckets are really too tiny.

The local variety of shrimp here is normally quite small, with even the most mature ones not being thicker than an adult's little finger.

And now, among those in the bucket, the bigger ones were nearly finger-sized, but many more—dense and teeming—were only about a centimeter long, including their tails and whiskers!

If you were to cook the large and small ones together, wouldn't the cooking be a complete mess?

Seventh Uncle simply couldn't tolerate that.

Luckily, Aunt Lianhua was quick and efficient at work. Hearing what Seventh Uncle said, she immediately understood.

She and Seventh Grandma were now sitting on small stools, scooping up the shrimp with a sieve and performing a final sort while doing so.

Only after ensuring there were no mistakes did they place them in a basin of clear water on the side, ready to be sifted later.