"The name of the Flame Immortal is known to all, who doesn't know it, who isn't aware of it?! As long as you can cook the rice in this pot, Li loses!"
As Luo Xuan hesitated, Li Jing took out a red brocade bag embroidered with cloud patterns from his bosom. With a shake, a black pot full of food flew out from it...
Looking at the pot that seemed enough to feed just a few people, Luo Xuan squinted his eyes incredulously and asked:
"Just cook the food in this pot, and I win?"
Li Jing wasn't surprised by Luo Xuan's questioning. He first nodded, then confirmed with an unusually solemn voice: "Correct! As long as you cook all the food, you win!"
"Fine!"
"I'll take that bet!"
Hearing Li Jing's affirmative reply, Luo Xuan could not help but rejoice and subconsciously prepared to breathe fire from his chest.
But before he could start, Li Jing lightly waved his hand and said, "Stop!"
