He took a few bites and picked up food for the two little guys.
Gu Qingli liked hot pot very much, she couldn't understand why someone in the world didn't like hot pot.
Xi Moxiao did not like to eat hot pot. It seemed that the genes that the two little guys like to eat hot pot, should have been inherited from that mysterious mother.
Halfway through the meal, Xi Moxiao looked at the three people in front of him. Suddenly he thought that Gu Qingli was not feeling well last night, so he squinted and asked.
"Did Lu Zheng say that you can eat spicy food?"
When they heard Xi Moxiao's question, the three of them looked up at him very tacitly. Youyou patted on her own little head. "That's right! Mommy is not in good health yet. I don't know if you can eat hot pot. I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't think of it at all. "
Gu Qingli was loath to blame Youyou, and she thought she had no problem.
"It's OK. I'm fine."