The rich aroma of hotpot filled the air, with a variety of ingredients, and Rong Yan had even prepared a divided pot. The enticing aroma of the pork bone tomato soup was captivating, with the milky white broth bubbling in the hot pot. When thinly sliced beef and tripe were dipped in, the flavor was so delicious that one could almost swallow their tongue out of delight.
"Damn, this is delicious! Little Yan Rong, your cooking skills are good enough to open a hotpot restaurant!" Cui Jiangjing was the most boisterous, eating with no reservations!
As he ate, he gave Rong Yan a thumbs up in a fawning manner, no longer complaining about how tiring it was to pick vegetables and peel garlic.
