章節 840: Chapter 840 Fish Hot Pot_1

"What?" Tong Sanlang unfolded the letter as he asked.

"I'm thinking of cooking some hot pot broth, sealing it tightly, and sending it over to Yang Ye."

Is there anything more comforting than hot pot in winter?

In Qiao Xiaomai's opinion, there is not.

The winters here are so cold, and Yang Ye is always on the move; a bit of hot pot would certainly be nice.

"That might be a bit difficult," said Tong Sanlang. He had seen those packaged hot pot base bags of the future, but here, without plastic bags or vacuum packing, and with Yang Ye's accommodations being uncertain and the roads difficult to travel, how could he send it?

"It's like brewing wine, seal the jar tightly. Then Xiaoyang, the guard, can wrap it in ice. Plus, when it gets colder, the outside will be like a natural freezer; it should be possible," she responded.

As long as Yang Ye was out and about, she would take care of making the broth for him.