Seeing the white prawn meat in her father's hands, Ran Ran drooled and pulled at her soft hair as her eyes darted about. It was as though she would keep doing this if he did not give her any.
"Can. Everything I'm peeling right now is for you." Ji Ziming did not look at Qu Jingwan even once despite her sitting right beside him and his mother.
"Really? Thanks, daddy!" The girl sat between her parents and hurriedly moved the plate from his to her front. Excitedly, she picked up the juicy prawn with her fork and sang praises about it while chewing the meat in her tiny mouth.
"The prawns cooked by Auntie Zhang are truly tasty. Daddy, can I still eat these tomorrow?" She blinked at her father with anticipation.
Ji Ziming's deep eyes were affable. "Of course, you can; remember to tell Auntie Zhang about this."
