At this moment of the hotpot gathering, in the largest open space of the most capitalist Immortal Garden's backyard Transfer Station, surrounded by blooming flowers and the Milky Way flowing above, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
But no matter how beautiful, it couldn't compare to the people casually seated at the large round table in front of us.
"Hey, excluding a few, we really have a feast for the eyes here."
Qin Yu sat at a spot, resting her delicate chin on her hands, carefully observing everyone amidst the fireworks-like steam of the hotpot. Her face, glowing with the warmth of fireworks, showed a bit of unrestrained joy.
Her gaze was a bit blatant, not perverted, but all the attractive people present felt like they had been tagged by a Pig, feeling somewhat offended.
Xiao Tingyun casually mixed some hotpot sauce for the Prophet, not even bothering to glance at Qin Yu, replied with a half-smile, "What, so many dishes aren't enough, do you still want to eat people?"
