There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before Yi's familiar chuckling came through, "Alright, I'll bring the brothers over for some of your fire pot in the next few days. I haven't had it for a while, indeed I've been missing that taste."
"Good, good, good!!"
Old Huang, his voice trembling with excitement, didn't dare to delay Yi's time any longer, chatted a few sentences about family matters, and then shakily hung up the phone. Afterward, he turned to the old friends beside him with his cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Did you hear that?"
"Did all of you hear that? I've told you before, I'm tight with Yi, and you guys are not."
"Back then, Yi almost came to eat my fire pot every day, everyone in Yancheng knew about it, only those who ran to play dead in the Sands of Time Map at the first opportunity didn't know."
"Now do you believe me?"
