Bab 1620: Didn't It Hurt His Conscience Saying This?

No matter what, he felt that takeout wasn't as good as the ones Shi Xiaoya made.

Han Zhuofeng realized after eating two: "Brother, you seem practiced at this!"

Han Zhuofeng knew how to shell the prawns as he had experienced it back when he frequented the crayfish store near his school with his friends.

But Han Zhuoling wasn't someone who knew how to eat crayfish.

It wasn't that he scorned them, it was just that eating crayfish was too time-consuming. Han Zhuoling wouldn't waste time on this.

Who knew that Han Zhuoling's actions would be so efficient, not a bit slower than his.

Han Zhuofeng forgot to eat and watched in amazement.

"Much ado about nothing." Han Zhuoling chided him softly and continued shelling the lobsters.

The meat piled up on the plate one by one.

Han Zhuofeng blinked and asked dazedly, "Aren't you eating, Brother?"