River Oblivion: Let's have hotpot this weekend, what do you say?
It was a WeChat message from Qin Tiantian.
After the Chinese New Year, Lu Ban and Qin Tiantian had hotpot on the backstreet of Jiangcheng University. It had to be said that dining near the school was truly affordable—they feasted until they were stuffed for just over a hundred yuan, averaging less than seventy each.
Although the meat was nothing special and the vegetables were ordinary, the satisfaction of eating hotpot was all that mattered.
Since then, Qin Tiantian especially liked to invite Lu Ban for hotpot.
Probably because hotpot wasn't something one would enjoy alone.
Halfway through the meal when you'd want to get more sauce, the waiter might think you're done and start cleaning up the table.
Motionless: Sure.
Lu Ban thought that having another hotpot before his mission wouldn't be a bad idea, but then he felt like he might be jinxing himself.
Still pondering over it, his phone vibrated again.
