On a cold day, having hotpot is truly an exquisite enjoyment. Fu Mingyu originally didn't like the numb and spicy cuisine, but watching the five girls eat so energetically, he suddenly became interested too.
He ate while helping Wen Nuan rinse the vegetables. The waiter was called repeatedly, either adding more dishes or refilling the soup, or ordering a few jugs of plum juice or something, giving the small private room the feel of a family reunion dinner on New Year's Eve.
Fu Mingyu watched with a smile, pondering whether next time he and his friends should switch from upscale Western restaurants or private kitchens to a hotpot restaurant.
What kind of scene would it be then?
It's hard to imagine, Fu Mingyu couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
