The scent of the hot pot lingered in the space for a long time and fell in the noses of Zhang Wen and Ye Baiyu, who were so attracted by the scent.
Han Fei glanced at the two of them and asked casually, "What, you want to eat this? Give me something in exchange for it!"
Zhang Wen seemed to have recovered from the shame and anger. At this time, Han Fei and the other four had set up a barbecue in the room and the sizzling sound of the barbecue and the tempting scent of garlic and pepper made him say involuntarily, "I have given everything I have to you. And my servants will also bring you spiritual spring and spiritual fruit tomorrow. What else do you want?"
Zhang Xuanyu grabbed a garlic prawn and took a bite, munching. "You can never have too much of a good thing, right? You are lucky to have the chance. Even if others wanted to eat, we wouldn't give them a chance."
Ye Baiyu chimed in, "That's because they are poor."
