She hugged the hotpot ingredients and gave them a kiss, already thinking about what to make that evening.
—Hotpot!
Hotpot cures all ailnts!
The key is you can cook whatever you like in the hotpot, making it the most inclusive and accommodating gourt food.
The essential part is that with hotpot ingredients, it’s simple and convenient to prepare, saving ti and effort.
Jiang Nuan decided to make it imdiately, quickly finding a pot, first simring a pork bone broth, then taking out all the vegetables from the fridge that were suitable for hotpot, cutting and washing them, and placing them on plates.
One person can’t eat much, and she didn’t know how much the other person could eat, so she prepared portions roughly for two people.
Once the pork bone broth in the pot started boiling, she went back ho and took out her own hotpot pot and an induction cooker to bring over.
She heated the oil, then stir-fried the hotpot ingredients with onion, ginger, and garlic to bring out the aroma, and finally added the prepared bone broth—job done!
Jiang Nuan quickly brought everything from the kitchen to the living room, wishing she could join in to eat as well, but considering she wasn’t familiar with this neighbor she’d never t, she felt too embarrassed to stay and eat.
After finishing everything, with the living room filled with the aroma of hotpot, she walked to the stairway and, as taught by the Filipino helper, called out towards the second floor.
"Um..."
What was the other person’s na again?
Jiang Nuan was montarily at a loss.
She seed to have no idea what the other person was called, only hearing the Filipino helper refer to him as ’sir’, but never specifying which ’sir’.
Now it’s awkward.
She didn’t know the other’s na, so how could she call him down to eat?
Mr. X, co down to eat?
No, that’s too silly.
Then... Neighbor, co down to eat?
Even sillier!
Jiang Nuan’s head hurt from thinking, then ca up with a title, "Um... Tuan’s dad, food is ready, I’ve put it in the living room, rember to co down and eat."
There was a creak of a door opening upstairs.
But no one ca down.
She was used to him not showing up, and not bothered by it. After completing what she promised the Filipino helper, she picked up the cloth bag she left on the sofa, placed her phone inside, petted the dog’s head, and closed the door behind her without looking back.
Only then did soone co down from the second floor.
If Jiang Nuan had still been there, her eyes would have popped out in surprise, because the person was none other than Fu Yi, who should be in Capital City at this mont!
Fu Yi was dressed in a blue loungewear set, made of expensive satin-like material, fitting perfectly on his body. His exceptionally handso face was noticeably thinner, as if he had been seriously ill, with dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, but this did not detract from his handsoness. His narrow, almond-shaped eyes slightly slanted upwards, and surprisingly, he wore a pair of gold-rimd glasses without any prescriptions, resting on his high nose bridge. Beneath his nose, his rose-petal-like thin lips were irresistibly enticing. This man was simply a charr!
"Woof woof woof."
As soon as he ca down, the little corgi barked non-stop, jumping sky-high.
Fu Yi glanced at it, saw the hotpot in the living room, and inhaled the lingering scent of soone in the air, feeling a surge of joy. For once, he picked the dog up into his arms, with a raspy voice and doting eyes, he said, "Good Nuannuan."
"Woo woo." The little corgi wagged its tail vigorously in his embrace, rubbing its head against his chest, looking unbelievably obedient.
It amused Fu Yi so much that he couldn’t help but smile, tapping its head, "Just like soone."
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