C90 The Light of Crimson Saint Glory

The red pot was boiling, hot air was curling up, and the tip of the nose was surrounded by a spicy and tempting taste. Rows of fresh hot pot ingredients were piled up in front of them, which made people's index fingers move, wanting to throw them all into the pot to boil.

At this moment, the silence was better than the sound. The siblings tacitly did not communicate. Instead