The rich aroma of hotpot filled the air, with a variety of ingredients, and Rong Yan had even prepared a divided pot. The enticing aroma of the pork bone tomato soup was captivating, with the milky white broth bubbling in the hot pot. When thinly sliced beef and tripe were dipped in, the flavor was so delicious that one could almost swallow their tongue out of delight.
"Damn, this is delicious! Little Yan Rong, your cooking skills are good enough to open a hotpot restaurant!" Cui Jiangjing was the most boisterous, eating with no reservations!
As he ate, he gave Rong Yan a thumbs up in a fawning manner, no longer complaining about how tiring it was to pick vegetables and peel garlic.
Fu Yi ate with much more elegance, probably worried about the hotpot’s steam fogging up his glasses. Unusually, he had taken off the gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose, placing them aside. His porcelain white hands held the chopsticks as he sat with poise, leisurely savoring the blanched fish slices in his bowl. Smiling, he looked up with a relaxed expression, leaning back in his chair, and said gently, "Miss Rong, your hotpot is truly delicious. No wonder someone has been thinking about it so much. I’m glad I came today."
"Exactly, we should come more often to mooch food. It tastes better with a crowd, right, Little Yan Rong?" Cui Jiangjing seized the opportunity, never missing a chance to take advantage. Meanwhile, he stuffed his mouth with fatty beef, sighing with satisfaction.
Rong Yan hadn’t responded yet when Lin Zhiya cut in first, tapping away the chopsticks that were reaching for more fatty beef and placing the plate in front of Rong Yan. She bluntly lectured, "Stop bothering our Little Yan. Do you think cooking is easy? Making hotpot is the most troublesome, with preparing the broth, buying, picking, washing, and plating the ingredients. It takes half a day for one person to do it. If you want to eat, hurry up and find a girlfriend to cook for you! By the way, when are you bringing a girlfriend over for me to see?"
Cui Jiangjing watched helplessly as the fatty beef he ran errands for twice was taken away. Unwillingly, he fiddled with his chopsticks, staring at the plate in front of Rong Yan, absent-mindedly replying, "Mrs. Lin, you’re just like my mom, always wanting me to find a girlfriend."
"Your mom nags you because you’ve played enough and it’s about time you settled down."
Seeing the fatty beef was out of reach, he shifted his target to the seabass slices in front of Fu Yi. The fish was freshly picked and killed by the stall owner, ensuring its freshness. The thin slices lay on crushed ice, gleaming white and translucent, just looking at them stimulated the appetite. He picked up a slice and blanched it in the clear soup, busy and cheerfully answering Lin Zhiya, "When I meet the right person, I’ll definitely bring her back."
Lin Zhiya wasn’t interested in meddling in the affairs of young people. She had just casually mentioned it earlier and nodded upon hearing his response, "That’s good, take your time, no rush. Shengxiao was like that at first, not interacting with girls, and then suddenly got it right on the first try. You... with your outgoing personality, never short of girls around you, your mom and I thought you’d be the first to get married among your peers. Yet, it was Fu Yi who surprised us all and was the first to solve his personal issues."
Cui Jiangjing blanched the fish slice for seven seconds, put it in his bowl, dipped it in sesame oil and garlic sauce, took a bite, and said indistinctly, "He might as well have not gotten married."
Less than half a year after getting married, his wife inexplicably ran away, and there’s been no news since.
Fu Yi must have a screw loose! The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
It’s been more than three years, and no one knows whether she’s alive or dead. He just refuses to let a lawyer handle the divorce proceedings.