"Alright," Situ Jingliang picked up a shrimp and continued, "Otherwise, you eat the ones I've peeled, I'm already full anyway."
Mu Qingli laughed, "Thank you, but one must fend for oneself to be self-sufficient. I'll do it myself, just slow down a bit so I can see clearly."
"That's fine," Situ Jingliang nodded slightly, indeed slowing down.
His hands were good-looking, with distinct knuckles, long and slender, as if he wasn't holding a shrimp but some exquisite craftwork.
This time, Mu Qingli learned quickly.
After the meal, when Qi Feng called the waiter over to pay the bill, the waiter smiled and said, "Congratulations to the five of you for being our restaurant's 108th lucky customers today, your meal is on us."
Qi Feng excitedly asked, "Really?" Had he just stepped in dog poop? His luck was so good!
The waiter nodded, "Of course it's true, I wouldn't joke about something like this."
Qi Feng then asked, "How much did we spend in total today?"