Yang Sheng wasn't at all surprised. "We have a classmate named Huang Yuzhu who can pack even more in his bag."
"Remember the megaphone Cui Yu used during the dragon boat race? It was pulled out of Huang Yuzhu's bag."
The thought of that dragon boat race and how upset their class was because Cui Yu lost pervaded Tang Fu's mind.
But now, having eaten Jiang Ning's fire pot meal, Tang Fu decided to bury the hatchet.
The originally cold mountaintop had been made warm by the fire pot meal, and Yang Sheng even took off his military coat to sit on as a cushion.
Xue Yuantong tasted the watermelon, it was crisp, sweet, and juicy. Although it wasn't the special melon brought by Jiang Ning, it was still delicious.
Eating fire pot on the summit of Taishan with Jiang Ning was something Xue Yuantong had never imagined.
She sat beside Jiang Ning, leisurely eating her melon.
The night was beautiful.
Lowering her head, Xue Yuantong looked at the lights of thousands of homes in Tai City.
