Felix Bush stared at the red hot pot, frowning tightly. After seeing Nina Hill roll some fat cattle into the hot pot, his thin lips were sipped into a straight line.
Nina Hill saw his face, Shan Shan took back his chopsticks and made a flattering expression. "I'll take a bite."
Say, and put some ingredients into the bottom of the tomato pot.
After the ingredients were finished, Nina Hill took a small dish of dip, and under Felix Bush's burning eyes, there was no pepper at all.
"Give you a copy?"
Felix Bush's eyes swept away in the small material area. "No need."
Nina Hill: "…"
The expression of disgust on the face can be more obvious.
After a while, the fat beef roll in the pot changed color. Nina Hill took a chopstick from the spicy pot and bit it in one bite. The meat was smooth and tender, and the spicy taste spread in the mouth. I couldn't help but close my eyes with satisfaction. "It's delicious."