After Luo Yaxuan settled down, he noticed the numerous empty wine bottles on the table and the meat and vegetables which might have gotten cold. Despite the summer heat, there was still a warmth to them, and he could see bright red chili peppers inside.
These two were really into spicy food, he thought, as he felt the burn just by looking at the chili oil floating on top that seemed to penetrate right to his heart.
If Jiang Tang were here, he would have surely remarked that this scene looked just like the spicy hotpot that northerners back in his original world enjoyed.
But usually, hotpot was more popular in winter. In summer, people tended to simply cook with peppers, not quite going to the lengths they were, indulging in spicy heat irrespective of the scorching weather.
