Winter, warming wine by the stove while watching snowflakes fall outside the window, should be quite a pleasant thing.
But two rugged men had no such leisurely indulgence, eating meat heartily, adding plenty of herbal tea, gulp after gulp.
Qin Hao didn't drink, and with no one to accompany him, Wang Zijun had only a little, which wasn't very interesting.
The little hot pot kept rolling, a layer of red oil floating on top.
In the end, after finishing the food, Qin Hao picked his teeth with a toothpick while Wang Zijun seriously checked the date on the invitation before tucking it into his bag, and they both put on their coats to head out.
The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, hit their faces, chilling and biting, and the snow outside had piled up another layer.
"See you."
"Get in the car, I'll take you."
"No need, it's not far, and I still have to..."
"Catch the thief!"
