“What do you bring them over here for?” Cheng Huan was baffled. “It’s not like anyone here can wear them.”

Jiang MingYuan didn’t know how to explain his own behavior either. Frowning, he looked at the wall and finally said softly, “But you bought these.”

Hotpot was the perfect food for winter. A few people sitting around the table with hot soup and fresh ingredients. The chilliness of winter was gone in no time. 

Half way through eating, all of them started breaking out in sweats on their foreheads. Jiang MingYuan took off his jacket and put in over the back of the chair.

Cheng Huan grinded her teeth and wanted to kick him out. Unfortunately, the little traitor inside the house had already shown him the way in before she could say anything. 

XingXing was staring at the meat originally while counting the time. Except that he heard a familiar voice before he counted up to 60. He turned and looked and discovered that daddy was back.

Time always flew when one was busy. Cheng Huan’s restaurant started to get on track. Her food was tasty so business was usually good. There was usually no empty spots during meal times and, after getting a number, sometimes the wait could be as long as one to two hours.