The hot pot restaurant was always busy at noon on Saturdays.
Shen Li and Lu Huaiyu chose a corner table by the window. As the bottom of the pot gradually boiled and the white mist rose, the rich aroma made one's appetite soar.
Lu Huaiyu declined the help of the waiter and personally served the dishes to her, one by one.
Tender beef, crispy tripe, yellow throat.
All of them were perfectly cooked before being scooped up and placed in her bowl.
The small plate in front of Shen Li was never left empty.
She took a sip of iced coke and immediately felt soothed all over.
Lu Huaiyu noticed the water droplets that transferred to her hand from the coke bottle and said, "Hand."
Shen Li reached her hand out to him.
He then used a hot towel to wipe her hand clean. His actions were meticulous and gentle, yet natural.
