Wei Ce instinctively turned to look at Si Shuo. He held the one-hundred-square-meter Storage Ring with preservation functions that she had given him. He also knew that every male in their family had one.
Si Shuo pursed her lips into a light smile. "Thank you, Father Wei Jin!"
Hearing her, Wei Ce was a little surprised, but he accepted it without protest.
The soup, simmered with beef bones, shiitake mushrooms, tomatoes, Sichuan peppercorns, and wild scallions, was incredibly rich and fragrant. Xu Chi ladled it into three wide-mouthed earthenware pots to continue simmering on a clay stove.
The long, wide table was laden with ingredients, and a dipping sauce was placed in front of each person.
Of course, they hadn't forgotten to prepare a portion for Ji Liang and put it in a storage space, so he could take it out and have his own hot pot when he made camp to rest at night.
