Brother Chen and Lin Feng sat in a Niu-meat hot pot restaurant in Fukou, looking at each other in silence.
The Niu-meat hanging from hooks outside was still twitching, proof of its freshness—the cattle had been slaughtered that very morning.
This was a famous restaurant in Fukou. People were already lining up early in the morning.
Fukou's seasoned food lovers praised its clear-broth Niu-meat hot pot to the skies, feasting heartily in their slippers.
It was a beautifully sunny day.
Morning.
Lin Feng was in a very good mood.
He "thoughtfully" skimmed the foam off the broth for Brother Chen and served meat to his friend, who had traveled all this way.
"These are the serving chopsticks. I haven't eaten with them."
The variety show was about to begin.
Brother Chen had come early to hang out with Lin Feng for a couple of days.
The trouble was, after seeing his buddy, Brother Chen said, "You feel unfamiliar. Really unfamiliar."
Something was off about this little bastard.
Brother Chen eyed Lin Feng suspiciously, as if he could read the whole story off his face.
"It won't taste good if you cook it too long."
Unfazed, Lin Feng placed the meat in Brother Chen's bowl and kindly reminded him that he could start eating.
He also added some Niu-meat meatballs to the pot.
He watched them closely as they cooked.
Brother Chen made a "don't come near me" gesture, leaning back to put some distance between them.
A masterpiece: the "You don't actually have a crush on me, do you? That would be seriously disgusting.jpg" meme.
It all came quite naturally.
"Something's wrong with you."
He stared at his close friend. He had known Lin Feng for years, and their last meeting had not been long ago.
Lin Feng had not