Xiao Chongshan was shocked!
When he went over to take a look, he instantly understood—and started vomiting too.
The three of them vomited until the world spun.
As Shan Jianqing vomited, he slapped the chair and shouted, "Zhao Ritian! I'll kill you!"
Zhao Ritian was taking a piss.
Ming Disha stood beside him, grinning. "Nephew!"
Zhao Ritian jumped in fright. "Martial Uncle!? Fuck, it's you!?"
Ming Disha chuckled. "I'm not beating you up today."
Zhao Ritian fastened his pants. "Martial Uncle, why didn't you run?"
"When have I ever run?"
Zhao Ritian burst out laughing. "Still talking tough. Huh? Did you do something bad?"
Martial Uncle bared his teeth in a grin. "Of course! Look what this is!"
"Hot pot!?"
"Come on, go to the kitchen with me. Let's make ourselves something special."
"What about what the Fan family prepared...?"
"What they prepared can't be eaten. Come on, come on, let's go to Cheng Wen's room."
Everyone gathered around a table, happily enjoying themselves.
The bronze hot pot was filled with seaweed, fish balls, frozen tofu, squid sausage, beef and lamb, oysters... everything imaginable.
They chatted about all sorts of things, delighted beyond measure.
Lu Chengwen, however, was unusually troubled.
Ming Disha asked him, "Cheng Wen, why aren't you happy?"
Lu Chengwen said gloomily, "That Shan Jianqing went too far. He actually came here and badmouthed Master. I fucking... I should've fought him right then and there!"
Jiang Yuanshu comforted him. "Forget it. I know you were thinking of the bigger picture. Husband, your position today isn't what it used to be. Everyone has their eyes on you. This peace was hard-won; once you unleashed your fury and both sides started fighting, the meeting over there would fall apart too."
"Exactly." Little Monkey said, "Brother, there's no need to