The Domineering President Li Qingcang
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
For some reason, she really wanted to eat it at the moment.
It's probably because she remembered the smell.
"There probably isn't this kind of the Spicy Hot Pot in the Imperial Capital as it in Jiameng town."
Ye Tianxin thought that people nowadays had paid attention to hygiene.
Small diners like those in Jiameng town certainly couldn't be opened in the Imperial Capital.
What a pity.
Sure enough, she remembered some of the flavors that she had tasted.
"Let's look for it first. If there is one, we will eat. Otherwise, we will eat something else."
"OK."
Li Qingcang called and asked Jing Zhichen. He may have been a playboy, but he hadn't even seen the kind of food that Li Qingcang mentioned, let alone know where it was.
"Brother, you wait for me. I will ask around and call you back later."
In less than five minutes, Li Qingcang's cell phone rang.