Han Zhuoling kept silent, and seeing that Shi Xiaoya's plate of crayfish was finishing soon, started shelling the remaining ones for her.
"Aren't you eating, Young Master Ling?" Shi Xiaoya said embarrassedly as she watched Han Zhuoling shell all the crayfish for her. "I was supposed to cook dinner for you, and yet you're giving them all to me."
"I've eaten plenty," he replied.
Shi Xiaoya glanced at the pile of shells in front of him, but most ended up in her stomach, so she had no idea how much he had actually eaten.
"Do you not like eating this?" Shi Xiaoya asked hesitantly.
She was afraid that she cooked something he hated.
"No, no, they're delicious," Han Zhuoling answered as he continued giving Shi Xiaoya the crayfish. "You can cook these for me again next time."
He paused, saying, "I'll also wash the crayfish then."
