บท 117: Meet on a Narrow Path

Ye Wangchuan's culinary skills were better than she had expected. There was a rich buttery fragrance in the hotpot broth, and the chili was nicely fried with peppercorns. There was a layer of chili oil on the broth, and it was evident that this was well-prepared.

She took a spoonful of it to taste it. As she'd guessed based on the looks of it, it tasted authentic. The buttery broth had the right level of spice.

Qiao Nian put in some fatty beef strips and tripe. The hotpot was extremely flavorful, and she was sweating while she ate.

The man placed a can of herbal tea by her side.

"Have something to drink."

Qiao Nian could barely take the spice anymore. She picked up the herbal tea and took a big gulp. With the cool tea on her burning tongue, she felt much better.