Fu Qingxuan had not had dinner. He headed straight to the estate after flying back from Milan without the knowledge that Uncle Chen and his wife took time off and went home. He was dying from hunger.
Yet, there was a strong fragrance coming from Shen Xi's self-heating hotpot and it was divine! With his tummy rumbling, he licked his lips and wanted to taste whatever he was smelling.
What a mean girl. He was being polite but she actually stopped asking him.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Fu Qingxuan appeared calm as he walked gallantly into the kitchen for a cup of water. However, he felt hungry after finishing the glass.
In front of the mean girl was a packet of rice and a dish with mouth-watering steaming red oil on it. He could tell by the smell that it was delicious and it was a hotpot for sure.
