The Never-Tiring Hot Pot

"Those are mushrooms. Let's pick more later, and we'll have hot pot for lunch."

The mushrooms she had just picked had all fallen, so she would have to collect them again.

At the mention of something delicious, Arno immediately perked up, her legs no longer weak.

But she still curiously asked, "Okay, okay! What kind of pot is this hot pot? Isn't it a stone pot? And how can you eat something as hard as a pot?"

Mohsi, Feng Ji, and Shijin also pricked up their ears.

"Haha..." Kite couldn't help but laugh, "It's not about eating the pot. That's just a simple term. Actually, it's about eating what's inside the pot."

Oh, I see!

The male beasts also let out a sigh of relief.

It's good that they don't have to chew on the pot.

Just now, they had even quietly ground their teeth, thinking that they shouldn't end up unable to bite through it and embarrass themselves in front of the young female.