C51 Come Again next Time

Three times, one bowl of soup is gone. He glanced at the crab in front of him and hesitated for a while. In the end, he reached out his chopsticks and picked one up.

After peeling off the shell, Lo Qianjue slowly chewed the meat and put it into his mouth.

The more he ate, the more puzzled he became. The taste was no less than that of a hotel.

The meat on his thigh was short and slender