Fortunately, Lu Maoyan came out just in time with a large plate of steamed snow crabs.
He held the plate of snow crabs with one hand and steadied the edge of the clay pot with the other. The pot was deep, so even if the soup inside was shaking, it wouldn't splash out.
Still, Lu Maoyan couldn't help asking with concern, "Didn't get burned, did you?"
Bai Wei shook her head.
She had bought the pot because it was advertised as not burning the hand.
After the couple served the soup and dishes, they called the grandfather and grandchildren in the living room over for dinner.
Lu Han led Tang Su to wash their hands, while Patriarch Bai had already washed his hands earlier. Bai Wei brought him a hot towel to wipe his hands before asking, "Dad, what got you so excited earlier?"
"I'm thinking of buying a small courtyard in Hua City to retire in," Patriarch Bai said, impulsive like a child.
He had almost been persuaded by Lu Han earlier and wished he could book a flight right away.
