The shrimp from Manghuang Mountain aren't very big yet, and it's not worth it to shell them at this stage unless there's a use for them. But what use could there be? The New Year is almost here, and there probably aren't any guests left at home, right?
"No, there aren't."
Lin Changhong shook his head.
"Grandma told me to catch and peel them, said they were for you to take with you. Speaking of which, Sangsang, where are you going to stay this time? How come I don't know about it?"
He looked up at his sister and asked.
Lin Caisang: "!!!"
Where else could she go? Wasn't she just preparing to venture out next year with her Brother Molian?
Could it be that Grandma actually knew about it?
Glancing sideways, she looked at Ya Molian beside her, raised an eyebrow, then turned back to her older brother.
"Where's Grandma? Why haven't I seen her around?"