In my memory, I've heard the name Liu Youqi several times.
But for some reason, every time I hear this name, it's as if the person has vaporized, disappearing without a trace.
On the way back, we didn't buy much good food, so in the evening, Mo Jingchun and Candy, along with a dozen others, barely managed to have a hot pot meal.
Besides, neither Mo Jingchun nor Candy likes spicy food, so the hot pot tasted bland.
If it weren't for the fact that they would get hungry at midnight if they didn't eat, they really wouldn't want to eat it.
"Where's the tripe? Where's the tripe? Put it in the pot quickly."
Everyone looked at the captain in disdain, although he said to make do, he ate more than anyone else.
Luckily, a lot of food was bought, or else the others wouldn't have tasted anything.
"Here it is," Candy pointed to the tripe not far away with a sweet smile.
The little one is still naive, not yet having stepped into society.
Otherwise, he would surely roll his eyes.
