Jiang Shuyao's scalp tingled. She vaguely felt that this meal would not be peaceful.
A few minutes later, the rolling seaweed buds were fully cooked and ready to be taken out of the pot.
Chen Jin was rubbing his hands, about to start eating, when suddenly two arms appeared out of nowhere, almost simultaneously picking up the seaweed buds from the pot and placing them into Sister Yao's bowl.
The steam from the boiling hotpot blurred Jiang Shuyao's vision.
Her eyes remained unmoved as she pointed in a random direction, "You guys go ahead and eat, I'm going to the restroom."
Without waiting for the others to respond, she fled from the chaotic scene.
The air turned still for two seconds.
Pei Yan coldly put down his chopsticks and took a sip of the tea beside him, his plain gaze landing on Zhong Yuan opposite him, concealing an invisible chill.
But Zhong Yuan did not look at him.
