Above the large rock, Jiang Ning did not restrain the aroma, allowing it to drift freely so the hot pot experience would be even better.
People covered the mountains and fields, and the fragrance spread across the mountains and fields. The scent was far too rich, stirring the crowd into unrest.
Everyone had worked hard through the night to climb to the summit and was starving. Many had only eaten some dry rations to stave off hunger, and now they were wrapped in their clothes, shivering as they endured the night. Then this happened.
The tomato hot pot smelled outrageously good. People instantly recognized that tomatoes grown in Tiger Perch Mountain's spiritual land gave off an aroma no ordinary person could resist.
Even under normal circumstances, that smell would make people's mouths water. How could they resist it in such harsh conditions?
Quite a few tourists cursed inwardly.
Some turned into defenders of justice and maliciously speculated, "Why can they cook hot pot? Lighters and open flames aren't allowed on the mountain!"
After passing through the ticket gate, hikers had to have their lighters checked to prevent forest fires and avoid major losses.
Anyone who openly made a fire and trampled on the rules would surely be punished!
Some sharp-eyed people said incredulously, "They're using an electric stove!"
"An electric stove? You've got to be kidding. It's rocks everywhere—where would they get electricity?"
"No idea."
The fragrance from Jiang Ning's tomato hot pot drifted far and wide. Even Yu Wen and the others in the distance caught the smell.
Yu Wen, huddled beside a large rock to shelter from the wind, took a deep breath. "Do you smell that?"
Jiang Yanan said, "A little."
"Not just a little—it smells amazing!" Yu Wen said.
Dong Qingfeng judged, "Someone's cooking hot pot..."