C1580 Who Could Control Her?

Snowflakes fell like cotton, disappearing as they landed in the bubbling pot. By the hot pot, Yeh Qingchi and Zui Guangyin sat with snow on their shoulders, while Su Hu, ever the lively one, had none. As others quietly enjoyed their meal, Su Hu bounced around, serving fiddlehead ferns to Zui Guangyin and rabbit meat to Yeh Qingchi