The housewarming celebration was a reason for everyone who had not met in a long time to gather.
Looking at the rising heat in front of her and the ingredients that gradually flowed into the pot, Murong Qiao suddenly had a feeling. Her body relaxed before her thoughts and she was no longer tense.
"Why are you in a daze?" Huo Yichen's voice attracted her attention.
In the next second, Murong Qiao saw a cooked meat placed in her bowl.
An Nuo, who was sitting opposite her, was not to be outdone. "This is also delicious. Qiao, try it!"
The bowl, which was rather empty at first, filled up quickly because of Huo Yichen's concern and An Nuo's subsequent follow-up attack. Coupled with the fact that there was a silent but active competitor, Murong Qiao couldn't be bothered to pick up the food herself.
