But just as he reached out to pick up the basket, Mu Keren quickly stopped him.
"Huang Qingtian, this is mine!"
As if she was afraid Huang Qingtian would really give away the spider crabs she hadn't tasted yet, Mu Keren hurriedly clutched the basket to her chest.
This protective stance over her food amused Huang Qingtian.
"Are you still angry?" After pulling Mu Keren into his arms again, Huang Qingtian playfully rubbed his emerging stubble against her small face, making her burrow into his chest before asking.
"Not angry anymore."
Fearing another prickly encounter with his stubble, the little one still buried her cheeks in Huang Qingtian's chest.
With this satisfactory answer, Huang Qingtian finally took the basket from her small hands, ready to head to the kitchen to prepare the crabs.
But no sooner had Huang Qingtian, who was about to head toward the kitchen with the basket, taken a few steps, than a small hand tugged at his sleeve.