Chapter 117: When Paths Cross_1

Amadeus Yancey's culinary skills were better than she had imagined, with the Hot Pot soup base rich with the scent of beef fat, chili peppers fried until their aroma melded with the peppercorns, topped with a fiery layer of red oil—it was clearly professional.

She tasted it, and as she had assessed, the flavor was indeed authentic; the spicy and crisp tripe that had been simmered in the rich buttery broth was delightful.

Ghania added beef rolls and then tripe into the pot, enjoying the hot pot to her heart's content, sweating profusely from the meal.

After finishing, the man beside her opened a can of Herbal tea and placed it by her hand.

"Have some water."

Ghania, feeling overwhelming spiciness, grabbed the Herbal tea and gulped it down; the icy herbal drink mingled with the spiciness of the hot pot, and halfway through the drink, her tongue felt significantly less on fire.