"You weren't hurt, were you?"
As he plucked the grass and leaves from her hair, Huangfu Jue asked with a look of concern.
She shook her head with a smile and leaned in to look at the bucket of water in front of Gan Tang, "Have you caught so much that we can have a big grilled fish feast tonight?!"
"Can you grill fish?" Gan Tang stared at his mom with a skeptical face.
"Of course I... don't!" Gan Yuan tilted her chin towards Huangfu Jue, "But someone does!"
"Uncle Huangfu... can cook?"
Gan Tang's expression grew even more doubtful, looking left and right, up and down... and eventually shook his head; the man before him did not seem like someone who could cook.
Huangfu Jue shrugged his shoulders with a self-mocking tone, "Only when it comes to grilling."
He wasn't adept at cooking, but he had learned survival skills from an early age which, in the wild, meant transforming raw food into cooked food—a very important skill.
"Alright, let's start now!"