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In the evening, to celebrate the pleasant day, everyone gathered at Ning Wan's shop for dinner.

Not only Chen Limin, but also Tang Tang's family and Wang Zihao's family, Ning Wan even invited Xu Xiufeng's family together.

Ning Wan didn't need to cook dinner herself that evening.

Lu Chen had already instructed Lu Renjia's secretary to call the hotel's kitchen to prepare the dishes.

Ning You bluntly ordered: "I want hot pot, the kind that's both numbing and spicy. It's only truly enjoyable to eat hot pot in this season."

During this period, Ning Wan was in charge of Ning You's meals.

So Lu Chen glanced at Ning Wan and asked for her opinion.

Ning Wan finally nodded in approval: "Okay, but you can only have mushroom soup and seafood hot pot. The kind with a light flavor."

So Lu Chen instructed the kitchen to prepare.

Aman's gaze fell on Lu Chen without making a sound.

His gaze was deep and somber.

I don't know what he's thinking...

...

If Ning Wan's cooking has the taste of home...

The dishes prepared in the hotel kitchen are filled with delicacies and rare foods.

Even the simplest hot pot is now filled with all sorts of fresh lobsters, abalone, and king crabs.

You can imagine how delicious the soup base is.

The children didn't know how to appreciate the food; after eating a few bites of the hot pot meatballs, they started clamoring to go play on the side.

Zhao Jiajia then accompanied them to another small table and started playing Monopoly.

The men drank their wine, while the women chatted about everyday matters.

A scene of joy and harmony.

Ning Wan secretly tasted a few sips of the beer and found it unpleasant.

So she returned the remaining wine to Aman with a look of disgust, and then happily continued to fight with Ningyou for meat.

Ning Wan was satisfied with the meat she had managed to grab, and chewed with her eyes closed.

Savor the flavors of the food.

But suddenly she felt a burning gaze that had been watching her since the beginning.

Opening her eyes, Ning Wan saw Aman staring blankly at her. Uncharacteristically, she leaned close to Aman's ear and whispered, "This doesn't taste good at all, Aman, you shouldn't drink it either."

Looking at Ning Wan's flushed cheeks and her dreamy eyes.

Aman nodded, then poured himself a glass of water.

He drank several cups in a row, but he still couldn't suppress the burning sensation in his chest.

The hot pot on the table was still bubbling and steaming.

The aroma meandered upwards, swirling around the incandescent light bulb.

A group of people sat in a circle around a round table.

Because of the crowding, there is little space between each person.

Ning Wan was sitting right next to Aman.

Drunk, she seemed boneless, lazily leaning against Aman.

Aman felt her heart beating very fast.

I felt like I was about to faint uncontrollably again...

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