"It must be ready, it must be!" Xi Fengfeng said, swallowing saliva.
Liu Jingyin's eyes widened as she asked, "Can I eat now?"
Everyone had their dipping sauces ready, holding their chopsticks and craning their necks toward the boiling pot.
"Gulp, gulp..." The people around couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.
"I really want to know what it tastes like," Shen Lizhi thought longingly, "If I go over now and apologize to Su Yue and Su Hang, will they let me have some of that True Spirit Hot Pot?"
Knowing full well she couldn't taste the True Spirit Hot Pot, Lu Liusu harbored a malicious thought—if I can't have it, then no one else should, either.
"I pray it's awful, that Master Chen Xiangxiang will throw them all out of her shop," Lu Liusu thought to herself.
"Hey, what are you doing, why are you sitting over here?" Hua Tuo looked over at Chen Xiangxiang.
