Jiao Yang turned his face and saw that on one side of the stovetop, there was a huge shopping bag with two lonely packs of noodles for hot pot.
"Xiao Bei, I really love you!" Jiao Yang turned around, walked over, and grabbed the two packs of noodles from the shopping bag. "Luckily, you haven't washed them yet, or else we wouldn't be able to have hot pot tonight!"
"You mean…" Mo Bei looked at the meat in the sink, "All of these can't be eaten?"
"Try it and see." Jiao Yang nodded toward the meat in the sink.
Mo Bei reached over, pinched a slice of lamb, and as soon as she applied force, the meat, even though unwashed, was already falling apart.
Though she lacked common sense, it wasn't hard to guess her mistake at this point. She had been struggling since eight o'clock and now it was almost midnight. The result was a complete mess, and Mo Bei's little face was filled with defeat.
"Sorry, let's just go out to eat!"
