"Don't even mention the two young girls, even the sisters Fei Yu felt a tinge of sourness in their noses."
"Only those who have suffered through hard times can understand why eating can be one of the happiest things in the world."
"Okay, secret Marseilles, then I'm going to start eating too!"
The storm raged on outside.
Inside, however, was a house filled with delicious aromas, and everyone's face glistened with sweat from the steaming hotpot.
Zhenzhen's small blanket was long forgotten somewhere.
"Ugh, if only we could have hotpot every day, then we wouldn't fear the weather getting colder."
Aiai exclaimed halfway through her meal.
"Guys, it's so cool to eat like this!"
Zhenzhen wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose and took a big gulp of wheat fruit juice.
"Speaking of which, sis, it's already the 18th, and the 22nd 'Xiao Xue' is coming up soon. Our winter clothes and quilts..."
