The processed turtle stew with chicken soup was golden yellow, with a few goji berries floating on the oily surface. It was appetizing, complete with color, fragrance, and taste.
"Brother Qingfan, what's this?" Lin Wanning picked up a yellow spherical object the size of a lychee from her bowl with her chopsticks and asked.
"That's a turtle egg. If you don't want it, give it to Dad!" There were only three turtle eggs in total, and Lin Qiaoshan had searched for a long time when dishing out the soup without finding them—only to discover his daughter had scooped them up.
"Ah? Isn't that just a turtle egg? Dad, you mustn't eat it. Ningning is going to throw it away!" Lin Wanning pretended to throw it.
"Don't throw it away, don't throw it away!" Xu Aiguo, Xia Guofu, and Lin Qiaoshan all hurriedly brought their bowls over to catch it.
It was clear that this thing must be really nourishing, seeing how anxious it made the three grown men!
