Originally, An Ran wanted to catch more, but after filling half a bucket, Mu Xingfeng just called it a day.
"Mu Xingfeng, I think I could eat all these crabs by myself. Don't you want to try some?" An Ran lifted the bucket for him to see her hard work, especially wanting to tell him they weren't enough to eat.
Mu Xingfeng shook his hand and took An Ran's small bucket, holding it in one hand and pulling her by the other, leading her to the beach.
"Crabs are cold-natured, these are enough for us to eat. I don't want to be looking for a doctor for you in the middle of the night."
An Ran knew Mu Xingfeng was right, but she hadn't had enough fun yet. Mainly, it was rare to see so many crabs, not picking enough felt like a loss.
Thinking like this, she walked reluctantly.
Mu Xingfeng turned to look at his little wife who was half a step behind, "What's up? Tired?"
"Carry me," An Ran said casually, not even bothering to draft her lie.
