Tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Steward Jia personally brought a large batch of produce from the farm estate to the Prince Zhao Mansion.
Among them were two large baskets full of plump, delicious crabs.
Hua Manman's mouth watered as she looked at the crabs.
Feihua Zhenren floated over like a ghost behind her and said languidly, "Crabs are a 'cold' food. Pregnant women shouldn't eat too many."
Hua Manman's gaze gradually turned resentful.
'This is the only time of year to eat such plump, delicious crabs, but I can't have any! Dammit!'
Feihua Zhenren rubbed his chubby little hands and said expectantly, "I love crabs. I can help you take care of all of them, and I guarantee not a single one will go to waste."
Since Hua Manman couldn't eat them herself, she had no intention of letting the fat crane have them for free.
"I can't eat them, but the Prince can."
Feihua Zhenren tried to reason with her. "The Prince can't eat this many crabs by himself, can he?"
