Lu Ziheng gave him a disgruntled look and raised his voice to ask, "Should the crabs be steamed or stir-fried?"
"Stir-fried!" Ran Yu's voice came from the dining room.
Lu Ziheng turned around and gave Yan Nansheng an arrogant back.
Soon, the sound of "ding ding dong dong" chopping crabs came from the kitchen.
Yan Nansheng silently wiped his sweat and then immediately stepped into the dining room, "Xiaoyu."
Ran Yu didn't lift her head, "The stuff is on the outside coffee table, grab it yourself, bye-bye, not seeing you out."
After speaking, she continued to struggle with the braised chicken feet in her hands, and a pile of gnawed small bones had already accumulated on the plate in front of her.
Yan Nansheng sniffed, sat down directly opposite her, took a wet wipe, cleaned his hands, and then extended a hand...
"What are you doing!" Ran Yu was so scared her face drained of color, "It's mine, all mine, you're not allowed to eat!"
