A Fish Named Zero

Do you like night markets? I do! Every week, my family and I walk to the night market by our house.

My father likes hot soup. My mother likes stinky tofu. It smells bad! I close my nose. "Try it!" she says. "No, thank you!" I say.

My brother and I play a fish game. He can catch four fish. I can catch zero. But the man at the shop gives me a small orange fish. I have a new fish. His name is Zero!