Is your wish to have hot pot with your parents?
Ye Xin and Wei Xueqing were stunned.
People who know Yang Chen like Meng Po, Purple Cultivator, and Night Fire couldn't help but fall silent. The three men took a deep gulp of alcohol, feeling a heavy discomfort in their chests.
Upon hearing these words, Ruan Ling burst into tears.
Yang Chen glanced at everyone and smiled faintly, "Fulfilling a wish is a very happy thing. What's with your expressions? If not, I'll punish myself with a drink!"
Yang Chen opened a can and drank it in one go.
Placing the can down, Yang Chen slowly said, "Director, you should remember the winter when we had hot pot too, but there was barely any meat. It was all the cabbage scraps you picked up from the market and noodles thrown away by others, without a bit of meat."
