The spicy aroma filled the bus, and even the powerful exhaust and filtration system couldn't completely absorb the scent.
Everyone held a large bowl, eating the spicy hotpot cooked by Bai Yifan.
The Bai Family never lacked food, but they were also never picky eaters; they ate whatever was available.
Even the four small beasts in the space had their share of the spicy hotpot.
The little kitten was still young and couldn't finish its portion, so Taowu cleaned up what was left.
Bai Yifan carried two large lunch boxes and two bottles of prepared milk powder, hobbling off the bus.
He still owed his classmate Zhao Zhen a meal!
Outside the living area, it was pitch black. Groups of shadows huddled together, indistinguishable from one another.
"Zhao Zhen! Zhao Zhen!"
Bai Yifan quietly called out Zhao Zhen's name.
The clusters of shadows stared intently at Bai Yifan and the lunch box in his hand emitting the spicy aroma.
