Chapter 615: The Taste of Hotpot

Eating hotpot naturally pairs with an ice-cold Coke.

The icy dark brown Coke bubbled up in the glass, while the steaming reddish-brown hotpot churned big bubbles in the pot. One red, one brown, one big, one small, they complemented each other perfectly, doubling the stimulation, and multiplying the happiness.

Jiang Feng ate a bite of lamb roll followed by a swig of Coke, a bite of tripe followed by a swig of Coke, a bite of cuttlefish balls followed by a swig of Coke—he was as happy as an immortal.

"Fengfeng, there's something on your shirt." Wu Minqi had intended to ask Jiang Feng to pass her the soy milk. Her gaze just happened to fall on his collar, where she noticed a stain and pointed it out to him.