At dinner time, the snails finally were placed on the dining table.
Although Jiang Youzhi sometimes dined at restaurants with classmates while outside, he had never seen snails eaten with shells.
Liu Lang, feeling sorry for his brother, saw him take a glance and hurriedly picked up a snail to feed Jiang Youzhi.
Yun Jiao came over with the egg custard and quickly stopped him, "Don't give it to your brother, it has chili and hot spices!"
The snail was already at Jiang Youzhi's mouth, and his mouth was slightly open. Hearing he couldn't eat it, he looked at Yun Jiao with grievance.
Yun Jiao placed the egg custard in front of him, "Eat this, specially steamed for you."
Jiang Youzhi, hearing the word "specially," felt somewhat happy for unknown reasons, and suddenly the snail didn't seem so enticing.
Liu Lang smiled at his brother, twisted his chopsticks, and the snail was at his own mouth.
