"I'll peel the shrimp for you in a bit," Sang Nanfeng looked at the excellent atmosphere at home, as well as Qiaoqiao's light and warm manner of speaking, and felt increasingly that his approach was the right one.
Their family was so much better this way.
"Great, big brother, peel a lot, Grandpa wants to eat some too," Sang Qiao cocked her head watching her brother, smiling with the corners of her eyes curved.
Sang Shen, watching this scene, felt jealous and quickly interjected, "I can peel too."
"And me." Sang Siyang didn't want to act childishly like them, but he too wanted to receive Qiaoqiao's smile.
Sang Qingran: "Me too."
When the servants finished preparing the meal and brought it to the table, the Sang Family brothers and Mrs. Sang wouldn't stop peeling shrimp until they had cleaned out the entire plate.
Sang Qiao watched this scene in disbelief. Why had her brothers suddenly become so fond of peeling shrimp?
