When Ye Li came downstairs after her bath, the entire dining room was filled with the spicy, fragrant aroma of hot pot.
Taking a deep breath, the scent seemed to penetrate her insides.
In an instant, Ye Li felt revitalized.
On the Central Island, the little pot filled with chili oil was fiercely boiling.
Around the hot pot, red beef and lamb, black tripe, green lettuce, the colorful spread was made more appetizing against the white surface of the Central Island.
Thinking of how she had wanted to have hot pot earlier, Aunt Lan had hesitantly said that the old butler who interviewed her had specifically mentioned Uncle Fu preferred light flavors and did not like the heavy oil or spicy smells of food in the house.
Ye Li then looked at Fu Yanci with a pleasing mood, "For the sake of hot pot, Fu Yanci, I forgive you!"
Pausing as she placed meat into the pot, Fu Yanci's eyes glimmered humorously.
It must be said, Ah Li was sometimes quite easy to appease.
"Let's eat quickly..."