This little mischievous fire in Qian had kept Yu Minglang from exploding until they reached the restaurant. Xiaoqiang decided that he would have her chant that stuff for him later... hehe!
With such impure thoughts, Yu Minglang hugged Qian as they entered the private room.
All the dishes were served, just waiting for these two.
"What took you so long? Why are you so late?" Mr. Yu was already impatient.
His eldest son had recently been feeling unsatisfied after meals; it was growth time. What would happen if his wife went hungry?
"Had some errands—hey, why are we eating crayfish?"
Yu Minglang thought they would have a grand feast today, but the exquisite table was merely adorned with over a dozen dishes, the most eye-catching being the large bowl of fragrant spicy crayfish in the center.
The spicy crayfish, an accessible dish, outshone the surrounding sea cucumber and abalone. The crayfish soaked in red oil was mouthwatering.
