Lian Xinying still had her son in her heart.
Before finishing everything, she left a piece of meat for Xiaocheng.
"Who said shrimp heads can't be eaten? In my memory, they can be. I've seen a lot of people eat them," Lian Xinying earnestly answered Yan Ye's question.
Yan Ye especially believed she was sincere.
"Yingying, even if you see others eating shrimp heads, you shouldn't eat them. If you're not sure whether you can eat them, you can look it up."
"Oh, so you mean they can't be eaten?" Lian Xinying pouted, seeming a little anxious, "Then what do I do? I've eaten all the shrimp meat."
Yan Ye originally wanted to say it was fine, that the intention was what mattered.
However, Xiaocheng gave the last piece of shrimp meat in his bowl to Yan Ye.
"Dad, buy a few more tomorrow, one isn't enough for everyone!" Xiaocheng didn't give it to Yan Ye out of filial piety but to make Yan Ye buy more.
