My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 951:

The table was lined with small plates—one filled with pure crab roe, another with roe stir-fried alongside tender crab meat, and several others containing different preparations of crab. The presentation was exquisite.

Carrie picked up her fork, lifted a portion of noodles, and took a bite. The moment it touched her tongue, the deep umami of crab roe blended with the sweetness of the fresh crab meat, spreading across her taste buds. The seasoning was minimal, allowing the natural flavors to shine.

The noodles themselves were fresh, handmade, and perfectly chewy. After the initial burst of crab roe, the delicate wheat fragrance of the noodles followed, creating a well-balanced taste.

Curious, she sampled the different crab dishes. There was steamed claw meat, served with a drizzle of fragrant vinegar that enhanced its natural sweetness. Another plate contained stir-fried crab meat, rich and glistening with oil. A third dish presented crab baked with cheese, a fusion of creamy indulgence and delicate seafood flavors.

As she ate, a thought surfaced, unbidden. She recalled the days she had spent peeling shrimp and crabs for Kristopher, believing such small gestures held meaning. But now, sitting here, she understood why he had never been moved. Wealthy people never needed to peel their own crabs. In their world, everything was prepared, refined, effortless. Those small, sentimental gestures that might warm the hearts of ordinary people held little significance for them.

nurtured romance, but in reality, the comforts of privilege

in her mouth. The thought of Kristopher suddenly caused the noodles

her plate. He set down his own and asked gently, “Are you

Carrie snapped out of her thoughts. “No,

cup of tea and slid

opens doors to

a little girl carrying a basket of flowers passed by the entrance.

opportunity, she turned to Kyson with a bright smile. “Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet for this

girl’s basket held an unusual type of flower—its purple petals fanned out gracefully with a mysterious charm. Carrie had

the light, while the wavy, irregular

flowers like these. She couldn’t help but remark, “What kind of flower is