Zhang Hao nudged He Qianhui with his lips, signaling her to hurry up and look.
But He Qianhui didn't want to make it so obvious, and she gently kicked Zhang Hao under the table with her leg.
Telling him not to make a fuss about it, in the past, when they went out for barbecue together, wasn't there also a big plate of oysters served at their table?
The man's wife, not very good-looking, had a remarkable demeanor, and her every gesture exuded a strong feminine charm.
Even the child combined the best traits of both parents; at such a young age, one could tell he'd surely grow up to be a universally adored handsome guy.
"Boss, bring us a serving of oysters,"
suddenly He Qianhui's voice came through, snapping Zhang Hao back to reality.
"I'm almost full, can't eat anymore,"
He Qianhui placed her hand over Zhang Hao's and said in a light, detached voice, "You can eat, you can eat, that stuff doesn't fill up the stomach."
