When the word "hotpot" popped out from Shi'er's mouth, Shen Wenchen had a hunch.
He feared there might be other transmigrators in this world, which could potentially complicate things.
Because he was curious if this so-called hotpot was the same as the one he was familiar with, Shen Wenchen didn't refuse, but instead followed Shi'er to the restaurant.
The establishment was bustling and decorated attractively, the walls adorned with numerous graffiti. Illuminated by the warm yellow lanterns, it vaguely resembled the ambience of an actual hotpot chain.
"How many guests?" The waiter, just done ushering in a table of customers, noticed Shen Wenchen and Shi'er.
He quickly bowed and invited them to take a seat.
"We're here to meet a friend, a private room should already have been booked."
After hearing this, the waiter took down some details and then led them upstairs.