"So, this is your favorite delicacy?" Chang Qinghuan pointed at the iron pot, looking at the steam inside, and the strong spicy flavor reaching Tianling Gai.
"Yes, hot pot, whether it is meeting, parting, sadness, or happiness, there are problems that a hot pot cannot solve!"
"Okay, okay..."
Chang Qinghuan really didn't know what to say. In response to Riley Meng's rising enthusiasm, she glanced into the room and found that Ava was cutting vegetable slices nearby. To be precise, the vegetables that Riley Meng planted were now all grown. being cut into pieces.
What shocked Chang Qinghuan even more was that even Miss Song was there. She was handling the bleeding poultry. At this time, her eyes returned to Meng Xing. She touched the back of her head. This was what she said too much this morning. pass?
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