"So, was Seventh Aunt lying?" Little Leshun asked, only half-understanding.
Jin Qianqian, who had been hiding behind Ancient Wen Heng, quickly held up the string of fish in her hand. "Seventh Aunt wasn't lying. We really did catch these fish with worms. You could call it a trade."
Ancient Wen Heng turned to stare at Jin Qianqian, waiting to see how she would continue her tall tale.
Jin Qianqian said, "Look, they're using fishhooks to fish too. And what's on those hooks? Worms, right?
Worms are a fish's favorite food. When they eat them, it's like we're giving the worms to them, isn't it?"
Ancient Wen Heng: "..." 'Right. Keep spinning that yarn.'
Little Leshun nodded, still only half-understanding, which only fueled Jin Qianqian's desire to continue her little deception.
Warming up to her topic, she added, "The fish ate our worms, and in return, they gave themselves to us. So, didn't Auntie trade worms for fish?"
