Lan Chen smiled and said, "What? Do you think I'm fat? Do I need to lose weight?"
Nian Bing wrapped his arm around Lan Chen's slender waist without an ounce of extra flesh and chuckled, "How could that be? Our Chenchen has the best figure. Come on, even if it's just potatoes, I guarantee you'll enjoy them." When it came to cooking, no one could lift a finger; Nian Bing gathered some stones from nearby, stacked them together, and wove some thorny vines into a net over the stones. He cleared the dirt from the potatoes using Ice Magic to turn it into water and wash them, and then placed them one by one on the rack.
With a flick of his finger, a flame lit up beneath the vine-weaved net, bringing a bit of warmth to the cold weather.
Xi Lu said, "Brother, if you roast the potatoes like this, what will you do if the vines break?"
