"You have soda in front of you," Chen Nuo said indifferently.
As soon as Sun Wukong heard this, his face lit up with joy and he hastily picked up his cup and took a big gulp.
Then, the moment his tongue made contact with the soda, it got even spicier!
Sun Wukong's eyes widened, turning slightly red, but he didn't cry like Qiong Xiao did; he held it in.
The spiciness subsided, replaced by an indescribable sense of exhilaration.
Refreshing!
Sun Wukong let out a long burp, his eyes filled with contentment.
The red hotpot lamb had been too spicy for Sun Wukong before, so he hadn't really enjoyed it.
Unable to wait, Sun Wukong hastily picked up a slice of lamb and swished it in the white hotpot broth; the taste instantly illuminated his eyes.
The delicate, thin slices of meat became exceptionally fragrant after being soaked in the white broth, and the smoothness in his mouth combined with the tender chewiness made him sing its praises.
It was a taste to reminisce over.
