Chen Ke and Fei Xiaoxiao were also hot and joined everyone in the living room to eat the sliced watermelon.
"Is everything okay with the pot?" Su Qing asked worriedly.
"It's fine, the ribs and pig's feet are stewing," Chen Ke replied.
"We'll also have shrimps, fish soup, clams, century egg with tofu, and snow peas later," Fei Xiaoxiao described.
"And my spicy chicken," Gu Ran said with a smile.
"My fried steak," Su Qing added.
"Fried steak counts as a dish? Hmm! Give me that paper!" He Qingyan said, her chin dripping with watermelon juice.
Chen Ke and Fei Xiaoxiao both stood up to get paper towels; having often worked with her hands, Fei Xiaoxiao was quicker—Gu Ran's gaze on her had changed.
"I thought of a poem to commemorate this joyous day," Gu Ran said.
"You write poetry?" Fei Xiaoxiao sat back down and continued eating her watermelon.
