章 132: Chapter 132: The Last Dish

Southern hot pot focuses on its base ingredients, with the flavors melding in the pot, while northern hot pot relies on dipping sauces, with the flavors caught in the bowl, yet Chen Nuo mastered both.

Despite its spiciness, Ao Ling adapted quite well, showing only a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.

The spiciness seemed to clear her body quite a bit.

Swallowing her saliva, she felt as if it let her savor the taste once more, having eaten just a slice, yet her internal desire intensified.

Clearing her throat tentatively, she couldn't resist, and Ao Ling reached out with her chopsticks towards the meat platter again.

Snap!

Before Ao Ling could touch it, her delicate hand was struck by Chen Nuo's chopsticks.

Ao Ling winced in pain, quickly withdrawing her hand with a hint of grievance in her heart. Didn't her master say she could eat?

Why did she still get hit?