Seeing the pile of conch shells the soldiers brought up from the sea, Feng Qingxue's eyes lit up, and she immediately went over.
"Old squad leader, can you give me the conch shells after taking out the meat?"
It wasn't time to cook yet, so the old squad leader was picking conchs and putting them in a bucket, preparing to use some light saltwater to let them expel sand. When he saw her coming, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Doctor Feng, what do you need this for?"
"I'll take them home as gifts for the kids," Feng Qingxue said, holding a pretty conch shell in her hand.
The old squad leader understood, "You look so young; are you married with kids? How many kids do you have? I'll pick out a few more for you."
