Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 28

Song Qiaoxi tilted her head suspiciously and found that Chu Jin had taken the slightly steaming shrimp.

A red prawn was quickly removed from the head and tail in Chu Jin's hands, and the shrimp thread was picked off.

In less than half a minute, a white, fat, undressed shrimp jumped back into her small bowl.

After a moment of stunned, he stared at the shrimp blankly, and then at Chu Jin.

As if nothing had happened, the boy's slightly long forehead blocked a little eyebrow, looked down, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and picked up the chopsticks to eat the food in his bowl gracefully.

When chewing, his mouth was closed tightly and there was no sound at all.

"I've done everything I can to help you peel it, why not eat it while it's hot?"

Mother Song teased her with a smile, and Song Qiaoxi looked back embarrassedly.

"Well, eat it..."

Sticking out her tongue, she grabbed the chopsticks and pulled the shrimp steak into her mouth.

The fresh big prawns my mother bought from the vegetable farm were very fat, the shrimp meat was springy and firm, and the cyan crust rolled in the broth and turned red.

After peeling, a piece of tender white shrimp meat is full of satisfaction in the mouth, sweet and slightly salty.

The glutinous dumplings that are usually too lazy to eat shrimp are stuffed with small mouths, chewing and chewing, and the taste buds are immersed in the delicious shrimp meat, as if they tasted the taste of the sea?

It's strange, why didn't you know that shrimps are so delicious before!

She touched her belly, weighed how much she had eaten tonight, and estimated...

It seems, it seems, you can still have some more shrimps, slalom?

I feel that I can eat at least two or three more shrimps.

Thinking of this, the dumpling stood up from the chair again, grabbing the chopsticks and preparing to fight to the end with the slippery shrimp in the pot.

Before raising the chopsticks, Song Qiaoxi noticed that someone gently tugged her left sleeve.

"Ok?"

He hummed and looked down.

well! Is it him again?

Chu Jin retracted his hand and said softly, "Sit down."

Song Qiaoxi listened to what the boy said, and sat back on the stool.

The two lower legs were dangling, and he glanced at him with his chopsticks in his mouth. Seeing that the boy didn't move much, he turned his head to watch TV.

There was lively and festive music on the TV, "Crosstalk, sketches, magic and acrobatics, storytelling, jokes, rap art, east and west, north and south, please watch, folk art talk..."

She stared at the screen, after listening to the opening song, she saw Aunt Wang Wenhua in a red dress appeared on the TV and began to report.

Oh, today’s first show of "Quyi Zatan" is acrobatics.

It's not the cross talk or the sketch that Song Qiaoxi likes, she turned her head in surprise, and prepared to let her mother give her some Longkou fans to eat.

But I was surprised to find that there were two peeled large shrimps lying quietly in his bowl, still steaming slightly.

Looking up at Chu Jin, his eyebrows drooped, and he wiped his hands slowly, and there were some red shrimp shells in the small enamel tray where the trash was placed.