"What hot pot, what is this?!" Nangong Xuan picked up the peanut butter in front of him, looked at the sticky yellow-brown thing, and felt like...*&*.

Seeing Nangong Xuan's constipated b-expression, Feng Che was very depressed and explained: "This is called peanut butter."

"Peanut...sauce?" Nangong Xuan looked at the stuff in his hand and looked at Feng Che with some suspicion.

"It smells not as bad as I imagined, but it looks like this..." Nangong Xuan shook his head and put down the peanut butter in his hand.

Xue Ge boldly tasted it, and Nangong Xuan's pupils became larger.

"It tastes good." After saying that, he put down the peanut butter in his hand, and the rest of them also tasted a little while imitating Xue Ge's b look.

Seeing that the rest of the people had tried, Nangong Xuan was unwilling to fall behind, so he picked it up, closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and dried it all.

Feng Che was stunned. After Nangong Xuan finished drinking, he smashed his mouth: "Fortunately, it's just a little salty."

"This is the B seasoning that you dipped in hot pot. Why did you drink it?" Three black lines fell down Feng Che's B's forehead.

"You didn't say that this is a seasoning. By the way, do you have some more?!" Nangong Xuan smiled and handed the bowl to Feng Che.

Feng Che burst into tears speechlessly and could only continue to make peanut butter for Nangong Xuan. As a result, Nangong Xuan couldn't stop eating peanut butter, and the rest of B and others followed suit, resulting in the final B result that a good B hot pot became a counterattack of the seasoning peanut butter.

Feng Che prepared not much mutton and vegetables on the table, but the peanut butter was not left at all. This result made Feng Che cry. Since then, Feng Che never invited Nangong Xuan’s family to have hot pot again.

After eating hot pot, it shouldn’t be said that after drinking peanut butter, Nangong Xuan and Xue Ge coaxed the child to go for lunch.

And I and I, who were satisfied with my wrist, lay in the rocking chair, surrounded the stove and admired the red plum trees in the yard.

"The b-shaking chair thing made by Feng Che is quite interesting." Lin Shaowan held his son, patted his son gently, and watched his son fall asleep sweetly in his arms.

"If you like, I will do a few more." Holding his somewhat cold B hand, Feng Che put it into his b cuff, knowing that he has been cold and his body temperature has always been low, so he made him a warm b rocking chair, but he didn't expect that he could not warm him up.

"Feng Che, thank you." The lover's b heart moved him a little. He lowered his eyebrows, and there was a faint b mole at the end of his eyebrows. His hand gently covered the corner of his b eyebrows. At this moment, she just wanted to engrave the person she loved deeply in her heart.

"Don't do this, there are children." A red cloud dyed his cheeks, and he was a little afraid to alarm the child.

Feng Che loved the shy b look he occasionally showed, and gently kissed his b lips. Anyway, they had a long time to come, so there was no need to hurry at this moment.

The snow in the courtyard is still falling, but the house is filled with warm warmth.

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The New Year's Day theater may be a bit short, but the time is limited, so there is only one more thing.

Thank you again for supporting Liunian’s B small theater version. This is the first time I try to write a small theater...

Shao Wan and Feng Che achieved success in the small theater, but in the small theater version, the plot direction of the small theater has nothing to do with the main text.
Chapter completed!