Nian Junting was immediately filled with deep esteem. "Our dad is really a good dad. He's not young anymore, but his passion for love never changed. He is really admirable. I must try to keep up with him."
Luosang burst out in laughter. "You're such an artist of talking. Stop bothering me and let me cook," she said.
"Just cook. I'll hold you, but I won't interrupt you," Nian Junting refused to let her go.
It was inconvenient for Luosang to cook like that. However, she was reluctant to part with him, so she let him do what he wanted. Nian Junting tried to reach for a yard after taking an inch. During dinner, he asked Luosang to pick fish bones and peel shrimp for him. Watching them, Sister Lan felt extremely awkward. Nian Junting nearly asked Lousang to feed him.
"Don't go too far. Last time you said that you'd peel shrimp for me all my life," said Luosang. "How many times have you done that?"
