Everyone came to the front desk of the hot pot restaurant, settled the bill under the surprised gaze of the cashier, thinking that Tang Qing and his friends have to rush back. Leaving the hot pot restaurant, they head toward the place they had dinner the night before...
"Tang Qing, what's going on?" Once they were a safe distance away, Zeng Rou quickly asked.
Tang Qing slowed down, not avoiding the question, and said, "There's something in the spicy soup base of that restaurant. Don't eat there anymore. From now on, you should also eat less hot pot, especially if you find the spicy taste particularly satisfying."
"What is it?" Zeng Rou was startled, and the other women were also curiously waiting for Tang Qing's explanation.
"Poppy shell."
Tang Qing popped out a term.
