"The water is boiling, let me try it first."
Seething hot chili oil bubbled in the copper pot, emitting clouds of white steam.
Xiang Changsong lifted a cooked slice of mutton with his chopsticks, dipped it in the seasoning, and stuffed it into his mouth before it cooled down, huffing out hot air from the heat.
"Ha, ha, that's flavorful!"
"It's my first time eating such a delicious hot pot, quite unique. No wonder as soon as I entered, I heard the fourth and the eighth Junior Brothers arguing. This place really could open a restaurant in Pingyang County, and business would surely boom. By then, I'll take all the copper pots that Junior Brother wants!"
"Senior Brother is joking, I don't have time to manage a restaurant. Everyone, try this."
Liang Qu took a plate from a servant, shiny black, and placed it on the table; in the dish lay palm-sized thin slices sprinkled with black spots—the soul of the hot pot—tripe!
