Lin Mo looked at the two of them, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Easy, there's plenty of meat. Boss, another twenty plates of fatty beef! And ten plates of beef tripe!"
"Coming right up!"
The owner answered loudly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurried to the kitchen to rush the order.
These friends from another world certainly had impressive appetites. Nearly half of what would normally be a week's worth of ingredients had already disappeared.
This late-night meal would probably bring in as much as a normal week's takings.
At the next table, Elder Muyu sipped his cola, the ice cubes clinking softly in his glass.
He looked at Liu Youwan beside him.
"Mr. Liu, do you Great Xia people normally eat all this?"
Liu Youwan nodded, then shook his head.
"We have a huge variety of food. We don't eat this at every meal."
"Southerners like rice with stir-fried dishes, while northerners prefer steamed buns with stir-fried dishes."
"This is called hot pot. It's a favorite among the people of our Sichuan-Shu Region, though these days, people all across Great Xia love it."
"We have a popular saying."
"There's nothing a hot pot meal can't fix."
"And if there is, have two."
Elder Muyu nodded, only half understanding.
He looked around the restaurant.
Thorin and Kael were still glaring at each other over a piece of freshly cooked meat. The Half-Orcs ate with grease covering their mouths, while the Elves' cheeks were flushed from the spice, yet they could not stop eating.
Everyone was absorbed in the meal, enjoyment written across their faces.
As he watched the lively scene, countless feelings welled up inside him.
Such an abundant, peaceful world, so full of everyday life.
Compared with the war-torn Terra Continent, where people struggled