"Want to eat this?" Li Mochan noticed her staring intently at the plate of hairy crabs and picked one up with his chopsticks.
Ye Jiuliang's eyes gleamed, "Mhm."
Ji Mingqian observed the two's interactions while drinking his soup and felt more and more that Li Mochan didn't seem like someone with amnesia.
Veya saw the crab in her son's hand and could hardly bear to watch, "Asheng, why don't you eat something else?"
Jiang Yisheng's hand, which was breaking a crab leg, paused, his face showing helplessness.
He subtly reminded her, "Mom, this should be hereditary."
"Hahaha." Jiang Hai couldn't help but laugh.
Veya glared at him with feigned annoyance, "Is it that funny?"
It's just peeling shrimp and crabs; she just couldn't do it, so what? She has a husband anyway.
Thinking of the consequences of sleeping in the study, Jiang Hai instantly repressed his smile, seriously saying, "Not funny, not funny at all."
