Ji Mingqian glanced at him and reached for a can of beer, pulled the tab, and took a few sips with his head tilted back.
After struggling with a crawfish for two minutes, all that was left was a bit of meat scraps, and none had made it to his mouth. Jiang Yisheng said despondently, "Were the crawfish you bought not cooked properly?"
"..."
Ji Mingqian shot him a look and turned his eyes to the leftover crawfish tail in his hand, his lips twitching slightly.
He couldn't peel them himself and blamed the crawfish for not being cooked properly.
Couldn't he just reflect on himself for once.
Ji Mingqian took a pair of disposable gloves, put them on, and slowly started peeling a crawfish.
Forgetting that he had just offended him, he mocked, "Jiang Yisheng, did you rarely eat crawfish before? Peeling them is such a simple task, and you can't even do that."
