"Xiangxiang, I know you love shrimp, so I went specially to the seafood market five kilometers away to buy the freshest shrimp, and made you this oil-stewed shrimp. Give it a try and see if you like it?"
Zhao Xiaohui put a big shrimp into Zhu Xiangxiang's bowl and said with concern.
Zhu Xiangxiang instinctively frowned, looking at Zhao Xiaohui's chopsticks.
In the Zhus, they always used serving chopsticks to share dishes, not their own, which was unhygienic.
Zhu Xiangxiang put down her chopsticks, her eyebrows tightly knitted.
The man sitting opposite her rolled his eyes and said to Zhao Xiaohui, "The child will pick it up if she likes it, don't make things worse."
Then he turned to Zhu Xiangxiang and said, "Xiangxiang, your mother really loves you so much and doesn't know what to do for you. Don't be mad at her; let's just live a good life together as a family from now on. I promise I won't let you be wronged."
