The River Clam slowly opened its shell, revealing its soft, snow-white flesh to the air, almost letting out a satisfying sigh.
The sky was still somewhat lit, and her sons were now studying and doing their homework with their older brothers. Instinctively, Nanzhi went to the wooden tub in the backyard.
The approaching footsteps made the wide-open clamshell suddenly close. The River Clam was rather irritated. Why didn't this person announce their arrival?
Thinking about how it looked right now, the River Clam was somewhat at a loss for words. Nevertheless, it kept its shell tightly closed. Even if it was a River Clam now, it couldn't let people see it all!
Nanzhi spotted that the position of the River Clam had changed slightly. She was curious. Had it recovered?
With that thought, Nanzhi's mouth moved faster than her brain, and she called out.
"Xiaohe?"
The River Clam moved its shell snobbishly, signaling that it had heard.