"What kind of way is this to eat?" Xiao Se grew curious as well.
"I don't know either. The old monk took me to eat it a few times when I was little. Maybe he came across it while traveling the world." At the mention of the old monk, Wuxin's tone immediately became complicated.
"It's called hotpot. Unfortunately, there aren't enough seasonings, and the ingredients are rather limited." As Shen Fei spoke, he picked up a thin slice of fish and dropped it into the pot. Fortunately, they were staying at an inn. Though it had been abandoned, the kitchenware was still there. It was rusty, but usable after a wash.
Wuxin had found many kinds of mushrooms. Judging by the amount he had gathered, he was probably quite skilled at it. Shen Fei had used his lightness skill to catch several fish farther away. Once he saw that Wuxin was making hotpot, he immediately sliced the fish into thin pieces.
"Hotpot. That's quite fitting." Xiao Se nodded lightly and picked up a slice of fish as well. Of the three, only Wuxin, being a monk, could eat nothing but mushrooms.
"Hotpot... Could Grandmaster Wangyou have once visited your homeland?" After swallowing a slice of fish, Xiao Se spoke again. His words immediately drew Wuxin's gaze to Shen Fei. During the journey, he had learned a little about Shen Fei's background.
"Our homeland is rather remote. Ordinary people would find it difficult to reach, and hotpot isn't unique to our place."
The method of eating hotpot was actually quite simple: boil water, put ingredients in, and eat them once they were cooked. The real question was whether anyone had thought to make a meal of it. Clearly, Grandmaster Wangyou had been someone capable of such inspiration.
After Shen Fei finished