C493 The World of Missions Without Logic
The mandarin duck pot gurgled, the red oil boiled hot and crisp; the fungus pot was milky white.
The food taken out from the gourmet food maker would never disappoint. The girls who had never eaten such a delicious hot pot almost swallowed their tongues.
Even Xiang Ninghua, who had already eaten a big bowl of beef noodles, could not help but eat more than half a bowl of delicious hotpot.
"Phew
