Chapter 412

The white soup in the pot finally dried up, and several sections of soft green onions drooped weakly at the edge of the pot, looking like Zhuo Ru's eyelids. When Liu CI left, his sleeves brought a wind and blew out the fire at the bottom of the pot. Those scallions don't have to worry about being charred. The fog and steam in the private rooms and restaurants were also cleared. The breeze came out through the door and came to the street to disperse all the clouds. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation