In less than an hour, Xue Fanxin had already made twenty spirit dishes and placed them on the dining table.
Huo Lieyun, Jin Zhengming, Shi Bo, and the others had already placed the bowls and chopsticks in their proper positions. After everyone sat down, they immediately started eating.
"Wow… Fanxin's culinary skills are really good. It's delicious…"
"This is the best thing I've ever eaten."
"Damn fatty, that roasted meat is mine."
"What's yours? Is your name written on it?"
"Don't snatch it, don't snatch it. There's more here!"
"Mine."
"It's mine."
"Then we'll split it in half."
"That's more like it."
"Old drunkard, this is mine."
"Old man, is your name written on it?"
This scene of snatching food had happened countless times. Everyone ate happily. No matter how bad the weather was outside, at this moment, they felt very happy.
