Seeing that Dong Xiaoyan appeared frustrated and dissatisfied, Feng Yin knew he couldn't push too hard. He resorted to his ultimate tactic: "I'll grill meat for you tonight!"
"Really?!"
Dong Xiaoyan's eyes sparkled as she asked eagerly, "The same kind as before?"
"Of course. And there will also be hot pot."
"Wow, hot pot!"
Ever since she had tasted Feng Yin's hot pot, Dong Xiaoyan had become addicted to this unfamiliar method of cooking, finding it nearly impossible to resist.
When she heard the news about grilled meat and hot pot, her happiness reached its peak.
Her minor frustrations from earlier were immediately wiped away.
Excitedly she asked, "When do we start? I've got some fine wine from the Heavenly Palace, which would pair perfectly!"
"Now. Immediately!"
"Yay!"
Dong Xiaoyan immediately beamed with joy and personally undertook the duty of gathering firewood.
