"Big brother, are you alright?"
Chu Xin and Chu Chen were startled by Long Shaoyu's sudden wailing, almost dropping the roast pig head they were holding.
Long Shaoyu ignored them, lifted the big pot over his head, tilted it, and a droplet of bone Blood Soup slowly formed and fell, which he caught with his tongue.
Feeling the faint energy fluctuations of Fire Boar Grass, Long Shaoyu wanted to cry without tears.
I had just closed my eyes and practiced cultivation for a while, and that big pot of soup was all gone?
He turned his head to look at Chu Xin and Chu Chen, unable to comprehend how those two kids' tiny bellies could contain such a large pot of soup.
"Big brother looks so pitiable."
Pity flashed through Chu Xin's big eyes.
Chu Chen, however, was nervously staring at the big pot and said, "Big brother, if you want some soup, I can cook another pot for you, but could you please not eat my pot?"
Eat the pot?
