He Meng hadn't eaten hotpot for a while. "Alright. Since you have an audition tomorrow, I'll order two more dishes of vegetables for you to eat in the clear soup pot."
Yu Han's enthusiasm for hotpot immediately decreased.
However, although she had to maintain her figure, she still had to eat. The soup base of the private hotpot restaurant that He Meng brought her to was especially good. Even if it was a clear soup pot, the dishes would still taste delicious after they were cooked in it.
Although the clear soup pot was delicious, Yu Han was still a little envious when she saw He Meng eating all kinds of meatballs in the hotpot. This was the bad thing about being an artist. She couldn't eat a lot of things that she wanted, especially after meeting a strict manager.
After filling her stomach with some vegetables and beef, Yu Han was ordered to put down her chopsticks.
