Maimai lowered her head, touching her belly, "I don't care, I want to eat hairy crabs."
Her thoughts drifted to the distant past, back when they swam to Zhejiang in China. Sheng Sheng personally caught the hairy crabs, catching many, and the whole night, the two sat around at a fisherman's house eating them. Those moments were truly joyful, like a long-lost and precious postcard hidden in the deepest corners of her heart.
Sheng Sheng chuckled, "No hairy crabs, but I'll take you to eat seafood."
Then he restarted the car. Just as they pulled out of the parking lot of the Western restaurant, a call came in. Sheng Sheng glanced at it and directly pressed the hands-free button, then tossed the phone to Maimai.
Maimai played the part of his little helper, "Hello, who is it?"
Qingqing's distressed voice came through the phone, "Brother Sheng Sheng, I'm already back at the base. Don't tell my parents, I swear I'm back. If you don't believe me, I'll send you a picture on-site."
