"Hey, Little Yan Rong, you're back?"
Fu Yi was more gentlemanly, pushing up his glasses with a slight smile, "Miss Rong, welcome home."
These two guys would be outstanding wherever they go, at least they're handsome men.
But when these two handsome guys were wearing aprons, donning plastic gloves, one holding a small potato peeler, the other carrying a trash bag, the scene was as bizarre as could be.
Rong Yan's mouth twitched, not as naturally as them, raising her hand and waving, she awkwardly said, "You guys are here too?"
Cui Jiangjing, big mouth that he is, quickly chimed in, "Mrs. Lin called and told us there was hot pot to eat, so we came over. Who knew we'd find out it was a trick, not even a shadow of hot pot, and we were kicked into the kitchen to help pick the vegetables. Sigh, last time too, called me for hot pot, and it turned into labor. Next time I won't be fooled! Your family's hot pot is such a scam, my back's breaking from bending over!"
