Huo Qi chuckled, "My cooking skills aren't that great, everyone, just make do with this meal."
"No, no, no, it's already very good, really good." Allen's eyes were glued to the hot pot, but he was speaking to Huo Qi.
Huo Qi chuckled, didn't say anything, and then they divided up the tasks: some went to get bowls and chopsticks, others helped with the dishes, and still others grabbed the drinks. By the time they regrouped, they were basically ready to eat.
They found the hot pot meal extraordinarily satisfying; even though their mouths were slightly swollen and burning from the spiciness, they still craved more after eating.
Ao Chen knew that everyone was a meat-lover, and that devouring large chunks of meat in a hot pot meal was the ultimate pleasure, so he bought a lot of beef and beef rolls. There was only a small plate of vegetables, embodying the idea of eating meat and drinking heartily.