Ling Chuxi's forehead was filled with black lines. A big pot, even they actually thought that this was a big pot.
"Sometimes, I'll cook supper." Ling Chuxi suffered a huge blow and did not even have the mood to explain.
"Oh ... Young man, you have a good appetite." Gao canghan patted the big pot and said with emotion.
Ling Chuxi stumbled and almost hit her head against the wall. Huangfu qingjue looked at the depressed look on Ling Chuxi's face and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
The few of them had just walked out of the alchemy room when they heard a thunderous cheer.
"What happened?" Ling Chuxi was taken aback. Looking from afar, she could only see a golden light shuttling back and forth like lightning, with purple rays mixed in between.
It was little meatball. The little guy was obviously very excited, chirping and scurrying around.
