The few of them had been stuffed with dog food for no reason and could not say anything. They could only turn their grief and indignation into appetite and clumsily imitate Su Yayan to use the chopsticks to dip into the hotpot.
At first, they were a little unfamiliar with it, but later, they slowly began to experience the joy of doing things themselves.
After Su Yayan helped Huo Chenhuan heat up a few ingredients, she saw Uncle Zhang standing by the side and smiled. "Uncle Zhang, sit down and eat with us. I've prepared a lot. Only a few of us can't finish it."
"This…" Uncle Zhang hesitated, but Huo Chenhuan spoke before him." Have a seat. It's crowded and lively. "
Uncle Zhang was slightly stunned. He remembered that ever since the old master and his wife passed away and Huo Chenhuan's legs became like this, the house had started to become like an icehouse.
