Shi Yang felt even more sympathetic, reached out to hold Zhao Meimei's chin, and carefully examined her: "Look at this, my darling is getting thinner from exhaustion." He said, patting Zhao Meimei's butt: "No, we won't be eating stir-fried noodles. Get dressed, I'll take you for some lamb hotpot?"
In the middle of the night, the only place to have hotpot is Wang's Fresh Lamb Hotpot on Third Street. This shop is an old brand; it's said that the hotpot broth was passed down from the older generation. The fire for simmering the broth never goes out, with a large stew pot sitting on the stove, filled with a deep-colored, rich-flavored old broth, uncovering the lid reveals lamb leg bones stacked high inside.
The most crucial point is, to keep the old broth simmering without going out, this shop operates 24 hours a day.
