Su Ji ordered two types of broth.
The spicy hotpot was clearly boiling faster than the clear broth.
As Su Ji looked at the boiling oil in front of her, bubbling and sizzling, her expression suddenly froze.
The scene that appeared before her inexplicably in the morning flashed back in her mind.
She furrowed her brows.
In a daze, it had been nearly a minute since the lamb tripe was put into the boiling broth.
"Su Ji."
"Su Ji?"
Cao Zhuzhu called her several times before Su Ji snapped out of her thoughts.
Seeing a few drops of hot oil splashing toward her fair hand, Cao Zhuzhu quickly grabbed her hand to shield it.
A few drops of hot oil landed on Cao Zhuzhu's hand, but she didn't mind, casually wiping it off with a tissue and smiling, "why were you lost in thought suddenly? Your lamb tripe is almost overcooked."
