Sitting beside the hot pot, Thorin tugged at his T-shirt, his thick arms filling out its sleeves.
Kael adjusted his shirt collar. Though his face remained expressionless, a hint of curiosity showed in his eyes.
What they had seen and heard in the Underground City over the past few days had overturned their understanding of this world.
Now, looking at the steaming thing on the table called a split hot pot, they found its aroma alone enough to make their mouths water.
Seeing that all the ingredients had been served and the hot pot was nearly hot enough, Lin Mo announced:
"All right, the hot pot is hot enough. Everyone can dig in! You still remember how I taught you to eat it, right?"
"Of course! None of us has a bad memory. We've been dying to start. Finally, we can dig in!"
Thorin spoke loudly, picked up a slice of beef tripe, and blanched it in the chili-oil broth for seven or eight seconds as Lin Mo had instructed.
Once it was cooked, he dipped it in the sauce in his bowl and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hss... haa... hss... haa..."
After a few chews, his bearded face visibly turned bright red, and he kept panting out white vapor.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo-so spicy!"
"What a kick!"
He gulped down several large mouthfuls of ice-cold beer, then suddenly froze.
Lin Mo immediately asked in concern:
"What's wrong? Are you all right?"
Just as he was worrying that Thorin might have choked,
"Burp!" Thorin let out a loud belch, then burst out laughing.
"That hits the spot!"
Watching him, Lin Mo sighed in relief.
"Elder Thorin, slow down. Don't worry, there's plenty."
He picked up the serving chopsticks, took a piece of duck intestine, and turned to High Archbishop