Spicy Hot Pot

After leaving the yak meat restaurant, Chen Yusheng pressed the back of her hand to her slightly heated cheeks. A trace of unfulfilled resentment lingered in her cool eyes as she muttered softly, "That plate of yak meat looked pretty red, but it wasn't spicy at all. It didn't even count as mildly spicy."

Seeing this rare, adorably guileless side of her, Su Bai could not help smiling as he lightly scraped her delicate nose with a finger. "All right, I know you're craving spicy food. Once we get to the campsite this afternoon, I'll make you an authentic spicy hot pot myself. As much as you want."

Chen Yusheng's beautiful eyes lit up at once. Her slender fingers tightened around Su Bai's arm, and even her voice carried a hint of excitement. "Really? You brought hot pot base?"

"Of course. The car fridge has everything. Come on, let's head to the campsite first." Su Bai pulled her into the Mercedes-Benz GLE.

The car continued up the winding mountain road, and about half an hour later, they reached an open valley halfway up the mountain.

This was an officially designated campsite, with level ground surrounded by dense pine forests. A clear stream gurgled past the edge of the camp. More than a dozen colorful tents had already been pitched across the grass, and quite a few hikers were gathered together organizing their gear, clearly preparing to head into the mountains early the next morning.

Su Bai parked the Mercedes-Benz GLE near the stream and pushed open the door to get out.

The mountain wind carried the fresh scent of earth and pine needles, and the temperature was noticeably several degrees lower than at the foot of the mountain.

Chen Yusheng got out after him. Her long, slender legs wrapped in