Chapter 715 How Could They Forget?

By the time they finished eating hot pot, it was already dark outside. The three of them walked out with the fragrant smell of hot pot all over their clothes as well as with beads of sweat on the tips of their noses. "Mommy, the hot pot was so delicious! Can we come back again next time?" Dezi was walking in the middle as he held Lindsey and Mrs. Wendy’s hands. He looked up with an expectant gaze which made it difficult for Lindsey to refuse. Lindsey met such a gaze and nodded, then said seriously, "But you can't eat out too much. Otherwise, Grandma will get sad." Mrs. Wendy quickly laughed and waved her hand, signaling for Lindsey not to talk nonsense. The well-behaved Dezi held each of their hands tightly and said, "I won’t, because Grandma's cooking is still the best!" His denial and gluttonous appearance were in sharp contrast. Lindsey and Mrs. Wendy glanced at each other and laughed out loud. The man dressed in all black was sitting on the passenger seat of the car in the da