In the private room, the zither sound was faint, and Qing Dance was playing a pipa while humming a little tune, quite immersed.
Li Xian and Lin Qingsheng tried this novel thing for the first time and were somewhat inattentive, eating with flushed faces, especially Lin Qingsheng, whose lips seemed like he couldn't handle spicy food, swelling like sausages.
However, after eating for about half an hour, both Li Xian and Lin Qingsheng understood how to eat hot pot without Qing Dance bustling about.
Among them, the lamb slices were consumed the fastest, and Li Xian proactively suggested ordering another portion.
Listening to the little tune and eating hot pot, Li Xian and Lin Qingsheng felt they had never enjoyed eating outside so merrily, particularly feeling full, taking a break, and then their eyes involuntarily glanced at Qing Dance, admiring her lovely face and enchanting figure, feeling pleasant and delighted.
