Shen Wan nodded sincerely, and, naturally, she wasn't just sitting there doing nothing.
"Thank you."
Quan Hanting used another clean pair of chopsticks to pick up a jumbo shrimp for her. "You're welcome."
Shen Wan put the shrimp she had taken on the nearby plate.
The man raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
"I'm too lazy to peel it. I'll eat the other dishes first."
Quan Hanting smiled and shook his head. He put on disposable gloves, to Shen Wan's surprise, and began peeling the shrimp.
The man had large hands with distinct knuckles. If he played the piano, it would surely be a beautiful sight. Even the act of peeling shrimp had a noble feeling when he did it.
Visually pleasing.
Shen Wan thought to herself that the Sixth Lord actually liked shrimp.
