"Hey, those are just the soul banknotes you gave me. Bought them in an instance; I was just rounding up the numbers," Li Yaocun chuckled incessantly.
"Bro Rufeng, don't stand there anymore, hurry and take a seat. I've asked the waiter to serve the dishes," Long Meijuan gestured for Mu Rufeng to sit down.
"Sister-in-law, counting the time, it's been five or six months, right? Eating hot pot is one thing, but why insist on having such spicy condiments?"
"I'm saying, Brother Cun, can't you be a bit more careful?" Mu Rufeng spoke up.
"Hey, she just wanted to eat something spicy, and I couldn't stop her. The hot pot was also her idea," Li Yaocun sighed.
"It's okay to eat a little; there are plenty of fruits here, I'll just eat more fruits. Besides, this is a yin-yang pot," Long Meijuan said with a smile.
Soon, the dishes were all served, filling the table, along with five small trolleys beside it, each laden with food.
