Free Hot Pot
"Great!!!" Su Ziming applauded. "My brother is showing me respect, so I'll have your sister-in-law make another bowl for you!"
As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and shouted at the ceiling, "Fei'er, Fei'er, why are you crawling on the ceiling? Go make another serving of Gnocchi Soup for my brother!"
"Extra scallions and cilantro!"
"Brother Ming, I want some too, I want some too! Make plenty!" Xiao Yifeng hurriedly said.
"No problem. Doctor, doctor, how about..."
"Oh, the doctor's drunk. He's lying over there sleeping. Forget it, forget it!"
Shen Wuxiao hid far away.
He did not dare get anywhere near them.
Yan Fei realized that the situation seemed beyond control.
As a woman, she was helpless.
She could only carry Xiao Meng into the room first.
However, when Su Ziming saw Yan Fei on the ceiling catching and eating bugs, he knew she had no time.
"Forget it, wife, you're busy. I'll go cook!"
Just as Su Ziming was about to get up, Ren Xiang seemed unable to hold it in any longer.
He was too full.
A jet of water suddenly sprayed from his mouth.
Greens, bean sprouts, sliced boiled pork, steamed fish, braised ribs!
Chunk after chunk flew out.
"Mixed stew? When did you sneak some mixed stew, huh? Nice one, Ren Xiang!"
Because the eruption was too violent, two streams of water burst from Ren Xiang's nostrils as well.
From each nostril emerged a string of water spinach.
Green and adorable!
Xiao Yifeng burst into laughter. "What a loser. Waste is shameful!"
As he spoke, he tugged out a strand of water spinach, lifted it up, and swallowed it from top to bottom like slurping noodles.
"Cool!"
"I'll have one too!" Su Ziming said dazedly, pulling out a strand and copying