The fish were too fragile—what did it have to do with him?
Mrs. Milton couldn’t understand either: “Why is it that every time you go to the market, all the living creatures there start acting up?”
Elijah, holding a meat bun, looked up.
Mrs. Milton was changing his clothes: “Forget it, it’s just a few buckets of fish.”
Amelia raised an eyebrow and glanced at the crabs in the corner, foaming at the mouth: “Grandma, I think it’s more than just a few buckets of fish.”
Mrs. Milton immediately felt a headache coming on. She pinched Elijah’s little arm: “You! Hurry up and hide! Don’t let your Grandma Wendy see you.”
Where could he hide? Within just a few minutes, Grandma Wendy arrived at the door.
"Elijah!"
Grandma Wendy, chubby and with her hands on her hips, was a force
