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Hotpot, as a delicacy, is quite different from other foods because it feels more atmospheric when there are many people enjoying it together.
Everyone sitting around, the mood, plus the inherent deliciousness of the hot-cold pot, meant that everyone's chopsticks moved faster and faster.
Although the young Taoist felt that Jiang Liu and the others were very malicious, deliberately making things difficult for him, fully aware that both his arms had been severed and he couldn't eat, they still placed him there, watching hungrily.
Yet, for some reason, the young Taoist didn't truly become angry, but felt it was somewhat like the playful teasing among friends.
"What's going on? Why hasn't this guy started begging yet!?" Though they were eagerly tucking into the hotpot, Jiang Liu's attention was constantly on the Taoist's reactions.
Seeing him obviously salivating but not asking for help, Jiang Liu couldn't help but snicker internally, wondering how long he could hold out.
