"You packed ten pounds of small lobsters?" Ji Shunuan was somewhat surprised.
Looking at the takeout box in the man's hand, a trace of confusion flickered in her eyes.
It didn't seem like Bo Jingcheng was the type to eat at a roadside stall, and yet, after he finished eating, he actually asked the owner to pack some to take away, which completely refreshed her understanding of him.
"Grandma probably likes them, she's old now! The doctor doesn't really recommend these for her, but I found out she once sneaked out to eat them by herself."
"Although I don't like them, I can't deprive her of the pleasure of eating them. Today, she's lucky because of you. It's rare that I pack some for her," Bo Jingcheng said in a deep voice, mockingly self-deprecating.
Ji Shunuan was somewhat astonished, looking at the takeout box he was carrying, her small mouth inadvertently agape.
