Inside the soup pot, there was a world of its own!
In Tiqie Zongwei's field of vision, beyond the boiling, tumbling water and the mist, there was actually a small pot bobbing up and down.
"When was this little pot stuffed in here?"
Thud, thud, thud.
Unable to resist, he turned and walked back to the tea table in the outer room. It was only when Tiqie Zongwei changed from sitting to standing that he could see the entire situation in the inner room. Earlier, while sitting and chatting, his view had blind spots, and even after racking his brain on a careful recall, he only caught the image of Xia Yu lifting the pot onto the stove.
So, the sudden appearance of another pot inside the soup pot was nothing short of magic.
Tiqie Zongwei was initially quite startled, but after going from the outer room to the inner room and standing in front of the steamy stove, his racing heartbeat gradually calmed.
