C962 Killing Intent

The fire crackled as it roasted the fish, and Xiang, a whiz in the kitchen, could whip up any seasoning you could think of. Everyone had already eaten their fill, but the aroma of the grilled fish was irresistible, so they ended up having another round.

Because of Shou's words, Xiang and Fusheng were now on high alert around their eldest senior brother