Old Cheng Hotpot Restaurant.
This was an old hotpot place tucked away in a secluded alley of the Qinghe District, very popular and usually required reservations in advance. The second floor had an outdoor terrace where the evening breeze wafted the delicious scent of simmering broth.
Tonight, the terrace on the second floor had been booked by three young people.
"It smells so good——"p>
Zhong Wei took a deep breath and swallowed, "Where is that pot fragrance coming from? It smells amazing. I'm about to cry from the craving. How much longer until Xiao Gu arrives?"
Senior Sister Luo tapped him with her still-wrapped chopsticks, warning, "Just wait patiently. No one is allowed to start eating until Xiao Gu gets here."
Soon after.
The hotpot was served, a large chunk of butter melting over a thin layer of tea, slowly stewed on a low flame. The butter melted completely, releasing the slow and enticing aroma of Sichuan peppercorns bubbling away.