"This shrimp is fresh, give it a try."
A peeled shrimp was placed in An Xiangrong's dish. As she put it in her mouth and tasted the freshness, An Xiangrong's eyes crinkled in pleasure.
"Delicious."
"If you like it, eat more."
The man took another shrimp. Shrimp was delicious, but peeling them could be a little annoying. Nevertheless, watching Gu Mingyu taking care of it was rather pleasing to the eye.
"Is Young Master Gu going home tonight?"
During the hot pot dinner, Huo Chen turned to Gu Mingyu and asked.
Hearing Huo Chen's voice, Gu Mingyu put down his utensils. He hadn't really eaten much and had been busy serving An Xiangrong food.
"Yes."
Then the man turned to An Xiangrong and said, "How about we head home when the snow stops?"
"Sure."
