The little Taoist vigorously shook his head.
A copper pot for hotpot meat was before him.
How could he think about these useless things!!!
Even just standing at the doorway of the mansion, Jin Xu could already smell the fragrance of meat wafting from the backyard.
Think about those tender slices of meat tumbling in the boiling hot pot base.
Think about the crisp and tender tripe.
Think about the deep-fried golden and crispy, edible and cookable, little crispy meat.
And think about...
Hiss, he couldn't think about it anymore.
Jin Xu's throat involuntarily moved as he quietly swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.
Then, cloaking the two women in spiritual power, he lifted them and headed into the backyard.
By the time the two women realized what was happening, they found themselves sitting at a round table laid with a cloisonné copper pot.
"Mr. Jin?"
"Young Master?"
