Gurgle, gurgle~
Steam rose from the pot, and the thick, enticing aroma of meat wafted through the air, making mouths water.
In an old temple to the east of Black Goose City, including Qin Zheng, eight people, two adults and six children, sat around the pot, waiting for dinner.
After a few moments, Qi Yan looked at the children who were continuously swallowing their saliva and said gently with a smile, "All right, let's start eating."
At her words, the children picked up their chopsticks but did not move, instead turning their gaze towards Qin Zheng.
Qin Zheng was slightly puzzled and then said with a laugh, "What are you looking at me for? The meat is ready to be eaten."
Even after he spoke, the children still shook their heads and did not move their chopsticks.
"They want you to eat first."
Qi Yan understood the children's intention and immediately spoke up.
The children were somewhat afraid to speak directly to him after seeing Qin Zheng reach out.
