One hour later, Lin Dong had prepared all the ingredients necessary for the Sichuan hot pot.
The hot pot base ingredients were the most authentic Sichuan flavor.
And all the various ingredients were the freshest.
Lin Dong loved to eat spicy, and if a Sichuan hot pot wasn't spicy, it essentially had lost its soul.
However, since two people were eating hot pot, Lin Dong generally chose the mandarin duck pot, half spicy pot, half clear soup pot.
Soon, the hot pot was ready to be eaten.
Lin Dong was in high spirits dipping lamb in the spicy side.
Watching Lin Dong eagerly eat dipped lamb, Qingye Piaoxue slightly frowned.
"Pervert, is this kind of thing healthy to eat?"
"Easy on the stomach, right? It looks really spicy."
Lin Dong politely pointed to the clear soup side and said, "Over there is light, if you don't like spicy, you can eat from that side."
"Hmph," Qingye Piaoxue arrogantly turned her head, and began dipping lamb rolls on the other side.