At this very moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared!
Outside, rain poured down in sheets, and thunder rumbled without end!
Inside, twelve... eleven people were fighting like it was a blazing kiln!
Lu Chengwen pulled Huo Wenting into the kitchen.
Huo Wenting was wearing pajamas and barefoot, trembling with fear and cold. She shivered.
"Why are we in the kitchen?"
Lu Chengwen glanced at her, took off his coat, and draped it over her. "Look at you. You've gotten this cold over such a little thing. I'll make something hot for us to eat."
Huo Wenting said gloomily, "There's not much food here. I basically don't keep ingredients stocked."
Lu Chengwen searched through the freezer. "Yeah, it's pretty empty. There really isn't much."
Forget food—even the full set of knives was still unopened.
Lu Chengwen was getting a headache when he suddenly spotted a cabinet with its door slightly ajar.
He opened it, looked inside, and smiled.
Martial Uncle really knew how to live.
He was fucking amazing!
Knowing tonight's main event would be at Huo Wenting's detached house, knowing they would be busy for half the night, knowing nobody here would cook dinner, he had prepared all the good stuff in advance!
A purple-copper hotpot!
All kinds of beef and lamb, soup bases, hotpot seasonings, dipping sauces, snacks, treats, desserts, cold dishes, drinks... everything was there.
There were even two bottles of red wine and two bottles of white liquor.
He ran over to the water tank and found it packed full of ice-cold beer!
Heaven!
Awesome—!
Lu Chengwen lit the charcoal and set up the pot.
They would eat out on the balcony!
Huo Wenting stared in disbelief. "Th-this... who prepared all this?"
"Me."
"You? You were just rummaging through the fridge."
"I forgot."
Lu Chengwen smiled. "On