If anyone tells them, it's because his girlfriend did it all by herself.
"Don't say it now."
Ji Qingqian interrupted her boyfriend's question: "Let's talk about it after it's cooked... Why hasn't it turned red yet? Is it not cooked through?"
Lu Yibei couldn't help but chuckle.
Opening champagne at halftime is indeed a bad habit... but if the water has already been boiled, how can there be any claim that it's not cooked?
Ji Qingqian continued to stare intently at the pot.
Lu Yibei stared at her.
After a while, the girl's cold and wary expression finally relaxed slightly:
"It's starting to gain popularity—"
"Yes, don't worry too much."
Ji Qingqian was pleasantly surprised, but also revealed a hint of suppressed laughter.
Lu Yibei: "...Hmm?"
“I was thinking, you must have seen SpongeBob SquarePants, right?” Ji Qingqian said.
"ah…"
Lu Yibei roughly guessed what his girlfriend wanted to say.
As expected, Ji Qingqian spoke again:
"Given Mr. Krabs' skin coloring, isn't it inherently cooked...?"
"no the same."
Lu Yibei explained to his girlfriend with a smile: "The crab we bought is also called Chinese mitten crab. It is originally bluish-black, but the crab shop owner's prototype is the Christmas Island red crab... You can tell from the name that it is red."
Ji Qingqian nodded in sudden realization, yet also incredulous:
"Abei, you have so much strange knowledge."
Lu Yibei nodded heavily:
"Because I had the same thought as you...so I specifically looked it up."
Ji Qing pursed her lips and chuckled softly.
It wasn't just the joy of completing a meal for the first time, but also the delight of connecting with Ah Bei in this strange place.
It's not unusual for people to share the same thoughts as Ji Qingqian and Lu Yibei; many people ponder strange and unusual questions when they're bored.
Especially before bed.
For example, Lu Yibei felt mentally fatigued and didn't want to think during the day two days ago.
By the afternoon, my brain was still tired and I didn't want to think.
Even at night, my brain is still tired and I don't want to think.
But in the early hours of the morning before bed, I start to think—
Holy crap, how do you blow out a candle with a Charizard?!
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