Chen Kunjie was stunned for a long time.
He sighed complicatedly and then said, "Let me taste your hot pot base later and then we'll talk!"
...
Even though Chen Kunjie had already eaten two bowls of seafood fried rice with egg, he was now starting to dip shrimp paste again. The hot pot was boiling, and the aroma filled the air.
As Li Younan said, a good hot pot doesn't have to be spicy, but it must be fragrant.
The level of spiciness can be adjusted based on the fragrance.
Chen Kunjie poured himself a glass of beer, clinked glasses with Li Younan, and said, "You're right, I should find a job."
This time, Chen Kunjie didn't have his usual quirky change of mind; he seemed to genuinely believe it.
Li Younan blinked and saw a rarely-seen dejected expression on Chen Kunjie's face, which made him pause in silence for a moment before saying, with feigned annoyance, "Really got you down, huh? That's not like you."
