Isabella Weaver laughed so hard her stomach hurt: "Yes, yes, you're the handsomest, the fish all bow down to you!"
"That's more like it."
Harry Hunter flipped the fish, expertly sprinkled on some seasoning, then realized: "Why am I competing with fish? I'm not a fish!"
"You are!"
"Huh?"
"You're a mermaid!"
"No, I'm a merman! These fish must be jealous of my good looks, that's why they're not cooking properly and are plotting against me!"
Isabella burst out laughing, almost in tears!
How can he be so funny!
Harry had already pulled out his phone, looking up a guide to grilling fish online. Moments later, he confidently said, "Don't worry, dear, I'll definitely grill you a perfect fish this time! We're having a grilled fish feast tonight!"
"Really? What secret did you learn?"
Isabella's eyes curved into a smile, leaning over to look at his phone.
