Eating Lobster

It made sense. In this aspect, Ming Zhiyan was definitely more professional than her.

Jian Qingqing nodded. "Then we'll do as you say. When the potato leaves grow, I'll get someone to cut them and send them to you."

After saying that, she could not wait to jog. "Let's go! Let's go home and make lobsters!"

Ming Zhiyan smiled and followed behind her. He took a step forward. Just walking at a moderate pace, he was not slower than Jian Qingqing.

After returning home, Jian Qingqing immediately poured all the lobsters into a large wooden basin. She took out a kitchen knife and scissors, wanting to deal with the lobsters.

Ming Zhiyan rolled up her sleeves and sat on the small stool. "Let me help you."

Jian Qingqing did not hesitate. After all, she also wanted to eat. However, looking at his long legs that had nowhere to put them, she went to find a taller stool and said, "You sit on this one."