Since Mendeleyev likes hotpot, the natural meeting place for a few of them became Lao Feng's hotpot restaurant.
When Qi Yun arrived, the others had been drinking for a while.
"Haha, Qi Yun, it's been a while since we've seen each other!" Mendeleyev's voice was still loud, his face beaming with a warm smile as he approached with open arms.
Qi Yun stepped forward quickly, giving him a hug, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I just got back from out of town, got delayed on the road, so I'm a bit late."
Mendeleyev waved his hand generously, "We're all old friends, no need to apologize."
"Haha, alright, let me punish myself with three drinks first to show my apology!"
Peng Ge and Lao Feng moved aside a bit, letting Qi Yun sit next to Mendeleyev.
After a few drinks, the atmosphere at the table was lively. They didn't discuss the order, but listened with interest as Mendeleyev talked about the current situation in their country.
