Borrowing A Pot

Yang Hao's team was eating bread and instant noodles, the best food in their opinion.

It wasn't that they didn't want to eat something warm or delicious, they simply didn't have the ability or chance to do so.

However, when the delicious scent of meat wafted over, their eyes lit up. Xia Cai and the girls were fine and restrained, but the guys, Yang Hao and the rest, had saliva nearly dripping out of their mouths. 

Zhao Liang, a middle-aged man with a beer belly, slurped his saliva and went closer to Yang Hao. "Captain, that smells really good. I'm dripping saliva already."

His own saliva was dripping out too.

Zhao Liang then continued, "Captain, I see that they have a pot, let's go borrow one. It's good to eat something warm, especially since it's really freezing today."

Yang Hao was quite motivated by Zhao Liang's suggestion. He didn't want to borrow meat from the other party, only the pot, so they should be agreeable.