"Oh, my daughter is lucky. Someone peels shrimps for me. Unlike me, I have never eaten shrimps peeled by others for most of my life."

Mother Song's voice sounded faintly, and Song Yu stopped eating shrimps.

Talking about Huairong’s shrimp-peeling hands.

The two of them looked at Song's father who was holding the chopsticks up in the air. The vegetable tongs were neither holding them nor not.

"Hey, I'll peel it off right away."

Song's father put down his ...