"Cough, cough—"
With two deliberate coughs, Su Ming slowly stepped out from behind a large tree.
The siblings in the middle of their embrace turned their heads at the same time.
When they saw that Su Ming had actually come looking for them in person, their expressions immediately became quite something.
Wanda looked conflicted. She glanced at Pietro, then at Su Ming, seeming as though she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Pietro, meanwhile, nervously pulled his sister into an even tighter embrace.
He stared fixedly at Su Ming, his face filled with resolve.
Su Ming took two steps through the snow, then suddenly flashed in front of the siblings.
Holding his forehead with one hand, he looked utterly exasperated.
"Stop, stop, stop—
"If you two hug any tighter in this tragic little scene,
"tomorrow's headline will read: <Cruel Demon King Tears Apart Orphaned Siblings Who Depend on Each Other for Survival>."
As he spoke, he looked at Wanda, warm white light glowing at his fingertips.
"Dear Wanda, tell this over-imaginative brother of yours—
"other than 'how do I stop Quicksilver from sneaking pudding out of the fridge' and 'where can I buy cheap wizard robes'...
"which cell in my body looks like that of a demon lord?"
Then he turned to the stiff-faced Pietro, looking thoughtful.
"Or if I really wanted to eat you two, would I need to bring a hot pot as a special meeting gift?"
As he spoke, he raised a hand and secretly activated a summoning spell.
"Glug, glug—"
An old-fashioned charcoal hot pot, nearly a meter in diameter and already boiling, abruptly appeared in his hand.
Its rich fragrance spread through the air, hot and spicy.
Shaking the steaming pot in his hand, Su Ming looked back and forth between the siblings' eyes.