"Nonsense, can you eat lobster at home?"
That stingy Shen Jiayin, always using other food as lobster to fool the kids. Can lobster be eaten at home?
"It's real lobster." The child who was pulled by Xu Xiuqin's clothes said unhappily, "And it's live lobster. I heard it's even fresher than what you can get in hotels. Sister Jiayin made it, and it's so tasty, dipped in green sauce that's called wasabi, really spicy."
Another child chimed in: "Auntie, you don't understand. Nowadays, you can buy hotel-quality food at the market."
It sounded like Xu Xiuqin was the clueless country aunt wandering around the Grand View Garden.
But Xu Xiuqin only knew that if what they said was true, and that her family of three went out tonight specifically to eat lobster with her own money, then her five thousand yuan was spent unjustly. Thinking of this, she felt a tightness in her chest, her vision went black, and she fell backward.
"Mom, Mom—" Shen Jiahui quickly patted her back to ease her breath.
