Damn It, He Actually Lost!

When Yezi went inside, Feitan gave him a cold look, snorted, and entered the room across from Yezi's.

Illumi did not compete for it. After all, too much was as bad as too little. With Feitan's explosive temper, pushing him too far would make him hit someone.

At the dining table.

Luo Ye started adding ingredients to the boiling pot, calling out as he did so, "Put in whatever you like! Don't just stand there—hurry up. Hot pot only tastes good when it's piping hot."

Although this house had been created from Nen, it came fully equipped with everything.

After rummaging around here and there, he finally found a complete set of pots, bowls, ladles, and hot pot ingredients.

The house even had electricity and running water. Luckily, he had come here—this one house solved all his problems!

What a waste it would be to let this house sit here and rot. That would break his heart!

Such a good day deserved a grand celebration.

So, after taking an unusually thorough bath and cleaning himself up from head to toe, he began preparing hot pot.

Still, after this meal, the next time they could have hot pot might be a long way off.

Rasa's collection contained quite a few ingredients, but there were only enough hot pot ingredients for one meal. There was no more.

Feitan looked hesitant. "This is so red. Can people really eat it?"

The whole pot was red, just like someone's blood had splashed into the broth. He liked watching blood flow when he killed people, but he did not like drinking blood.

Could it be that Yezi liked drinking blood?

"Ah, you can't eat spicy food?" Luo Ye looked at the pot with a troubled expression. "Damn, there isn't any clear broth here either!"

He had gone through quite a bit of trouble to get a butter hot pot base. There were no seasonings here, after all, and some ingredients needed the heat to cover up their gamey smell.

Illumi, however, ate as he commented, "Not bad. It's pretty tasty."

His family had always used poison for training, so no matter how strange the broth looked, he was not afraid.

He just had not expected the broth to be spicy and numbing, while the ingredients cooked in it actually tasted rather good.

Feitan watched with a surge of frustration. Damn it, he had actually lost!

Illumi dared to eat it, yet he did not. Anyone who did not know better would think he did not trust Yezi.

Fine, he would do it. It was just red broth. He could even swallow human blood!

With that thought, Feitan casually blanched the leaves in front of him in the pot, then picked them up and put them into his mouth.

After swallowing the crisp leaves, Feitan added expressionlessly, "It really is not bad."

Luo Ye looked at him, at a loss for words. "But weren't your vegetables still raw?"

Who put vegetables in for one second and immediately fished them out to eat? Did he think they were tripe?

Even tripe needed at least three seconds!

Feitan was practically eating raw vegetables! They had not even absorbed the flavor. How did he think they tasted good?

Feitan's body stiffened, but he stubbornly replied, "Fresh!"

The vegetables had just been washed. Wasn't it normal for them to be fresh?

Still, considering Feitan's strange recent pride, Luo Ye did not expose him. "If you like them, eat more."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to him and buried himself in the meal. It had been a long time since he had eaten a proper meal.

He really had to thank Rasa for letting him eat hot pot.

With a loud BANG, the sound of someone violently breaking down the door suddenly came from outside. Luo Ye's expression sharpened. Who was it, choosing to come at mealtime?

Didn't they know interrupting someone's meal would bring down thunder from the heavens?