She wanted the whole village to know: Shen Heng was the one she doted on.

Shen Heng, standing in the field, looked up and saw Bai Jiaojiao, wearing a white shirt with blue floral print, running towards him like a little butterfly. He frowned habitually and said, "Slow down, don't fall... don't break anything!"

"I'm fine!"

Seeing Bai Jiaojiao's hurried manner, Shen Heng couldn't help but stride forward to greet her.

"Didn't I tell you I didn't need you to bring me food?"

Shen Heng sensed that everyone in the field was watching him.

He was used to being looked down upon by the villagers, but today he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Aren't you done yet?!"

Bai Jiaojiao glared at Shen Heng with her round almond-shaped eyes, and Shen Heng was immediately stunned.

He, Shen Heng, the village tyrant of Shili Village, a man even dogs would avoid, was attacked by someone today.

Or perhaps it's his own delicate little wife!

Seeing that Shen Heng had shut up, Bai Jiaojiao handed the basket to him and said gently, "How can you not eat? You won't have the energy to work this afternoon. Eat quickly, everyone will be back to work soon."

In the past, if anyone dared to speak to Shen Heng in such a spoofing tone, he would have overturned the basket long ago.

Now, however, he obediently carried his food basket and went to eat in the shade of a tree by the field.

The red broth from the prawn brains soaks into the shredded radish, giving the ordinary radish a seafood flavor, while the radish removes the prawn's fishy taste. The two flavors blend together, creating a vibrant red and green dish that is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate—a delicacy that is highly praised by everyone in the Hushan Brigade.

Shen Heng had only ever smelled this fragrance when passing by other people's yards.

No one had ever done it for him.

The prawn was already small, and Chen Heng picked it up and chewed it whole, shell and all.