Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Huang Rong's face instantly flushed red. She reached out to snatch the plate back. "I was going to throw them away."
But Song Qingshu moved faster, shielding the plate of oysters behind him as he said with a grin, "It'd be such a waste to throw away something this good."
"It wasn't what you think." Huang Rong was nearly in tears. She had been chatting with her father while distractedly cooking, casually grabbing some ingredients. How could she have known it would cause such a huge misunderstanding?
"I know you didn't mean it that way. I was just teasing you." As Song Qingshu dodged her, he picked one up and ate it. "Mm, fresh and tender. Truly top-quality."
After lunging at him several times without managing to reclaim the oysters, Huang Rong could only give up. She sat at the table, sulking.
Song Qingshu stopped teasing her and sat back down at the table. "Rong'er, eat with me."
"Eat your own head!" Huang Rong shot him a fierce glare. "I'm not hungry. Eat by yourself."
Song Qingshu instinctively wanted to tease her a little more, but seeing the look on her face, he worried that he might truly anger her and swallowed his words.
He had already been rather hungry, and soon swept all the seafood off the table. "Living by the sea really is a blessing. People inland don't get to enjoy food like this." Even in the Jin Imperial Palace, it was difficult for him to eat seafood this fresh. After all, this world had no refrigerators or freezing technology, and transporting seafood over long distances was a massive problem.
"Yes, I haven't returned to Peach Blossom Island for so many years. I miss life on the island too," Huang Rong said sincerely. Compared