They teased each other like children, laughing and joking around. The atmosphere was wonderful. Before they knew it, dusk began to fall, but none of the three had any intention of moving to the dining room to eat.
Lately, dinner had been hot pot almost every night. The steaming, traditional copper charcoal hot pot was a magical tool for quickly bridging the gap between strangers.
Since no one else was present tonight, the three of them brought a clay pot of fragrant braised pork and an earthenware crock of lamb offal soup from the kitchen back to the west wing.
Xu Changqing, a step behind, followed with a tray carrying freshly stir-fried sour napa cabbage from the gas stove and a basin of steamed buns she had gathered.
These days, Bai Chenggang couldn't be bothered to criticize the other two for being spendthrifts. While he couldn't figure out how much money Bai Mi actually had, he understood Tie Hanhan's personality.
