As a seasoned novel enthusiast, Wen Shuqiao never expected to catch the transmigration trend herself. The bad news is that she transmigrated into a healing-oriented Long Aotian novel, becoming the ...
Wen Shuqiao realized what was happening, raised her hand, patted his head, pulled him to sit down, and said seriously, "Baby, our family still has some money."
Can Can looked at the table full of plates without saying a word.
Shen Jiazhou also explained softly, "Some restaurants do serve smaller portions, but they'll bring you more once you finish eating, so it'll definitely fill you up."
He switched his plate with Can Can's: "Would you like to try some? What do you like? Uncle will ask them to bring more."
I've taken Cancan to eat at quite a few restaurants, but to take care of a child's stomach, the choices are mostly home-style, and the portions are all normal. Not to mention Gu Xingyuan's restaurant, where they basically serve the best food, and every time it's a huge table full.
This type of restaurant is more suitable for dates. The food is beautifully presented, and the main thing is to enjoy a few drinks, see the night view, and create a pleasant atmosphere.
But I didn't expect it to cause Can Can to misunderstand.
Can Can seemed puzzled by this plating method. Isn't the point of eating to be full? Why is there only three small shrimp on a plate that is much, much bigger than his face? They are not even as big as the shrimp in the cake and milk.
He turned to look at his aunt and uncle, still not quite believing it: "Really?"
Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Really? See what you like, and I'll have Auntie serve it to you later, okay?"
Can Can is too young to know that her net worth is already over ten million.
His aunt wouldn't lie to him.
Can Can was relieved, but she didn't rush to eat. Instead, she put some sweet shrimp on Shen Jiazhou's empty plate and said sweetly, "Let's eat together!"
Shen Jiazhou looked at the sweet shrimp, his heart churning with indescribable emotions.
Wen Shuqiao noticed his mood, reached out and took his hand that was on the table, and gently shook it.
Shen Jiazhou snapped out of his daze and smiled at Wen Shuqiao, but for some reason his eyes suddenly reddened.
After realizing what had happened, he quickly turned his head to the other side, and when he turned back, he had already calmed down.
Wen Shuqiao didn't say anything; she had always known.
Shen Jiazhou has always had a soft heart.