Zhang Hao, oblivious to others, was busy grilling skewers while eating roasted oysters.
He Qianhui, on the other hand, was taking her time with a big plate of crayfish, of which actually only a few were edible.
But she still methodically peeled the crayfish tails, one by one, piled them onto a small dish, and placed it in front of Zhang Hao.
"Come on, eat up, these crayfish taste pretty good."
However, Zhang Hao pushed the small dish of crayfish tails back toward He Qianhui.
"This is what you ordered for yourself; I don't like it. I'm good with this."
What Zhang Hao referred to as "this" were the roasted oysters He Qianhui had ordered for him.
At that, He Qianhui couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that, with a big plate of roasted oysters in his stomach, Zhang Hao's energy levels were probably through the roof.
If they didn't release some of that energy when they got back home, surely his nose would bleed until dawn.
