Cheese sauce with a secret spicy sauce was poured over the ramen, then topped with baked chicken patties.
The texture was silky, with a smooth, slippery kind of fragrant richness.
The numbing heat made her whole body tingle, her cheeks flush red, mist swirl in her eyes—yet the corners of her mouth could not help curling upward.
"Delicious."
...Words could not describe it, nor was there any need to. Jiang Han cradled the bowl and wolfed down more than half the ramen in one go.
Even her lips had turned a little red.
"It's far too delicious, Jingbao." Jiang Han sampled the hotpot broth again. Warm comfort and clear, sweet fragrance burst through her stomach. She set down the spoon. "The broth is wonderful too!"
Cen Jing clapped her hands.
"It's a secret recipe. The pot is made with nutritious marrow bones and lamb, then pepper, baby greens, carrot slices..."
"That sounds nutritious." Feeling warmth spread through her stomach, Jiang Han picked up the large ladle and poured herself a whole bowl of soup.
It really should have white radish in it... She examined the clear broth.
For this sort of soup, white radish was definitely more suitable than carrots.
But witches did not seem to like white radish... Mm, they did not like loofah either. She had no idea why.
Next time, she would ask A-Jing whether she could make it with white radish!
Only after swallowing the last plate of lamb did she feel somewhat satisfied.
Turning her head, she discovered Cen Jing reading a magazine.
"What are you looking at?"
The young witch looked up. After thinking for half a second, she said softly:
"Holiday gathering rentals. We have holidays almost every month, and we always have to get together with friends. If we don't rent a