In the vast abandoned factory.
A moderately sized iron pot was set up, with dry branches as the best firewood. In no time, the water in the pot began to bubble.
No one would think burning firewood pollutes the air anymore.
Now, the air is the freshest it's been in nearly a hundred years.
The resurgence of energy brought the world back to its most vibrant era.
Leng Yebai, expressionless, opened a packet of hot pot base and poured all the contents into the pot.
A rich aroma wafted from the pot, the spicy and savory smell tantalizing Bai Xiqin's taste buds.
Hotpot, her favorite.
Bai Xiqin eagerly watched the bubbling spicy broth in the hotpot, her stomach also starting to growl.
Leng Yebai, like a seasoned chef, deftly placed some vegetable balls inside.
Fan Tangtang sat obediently to one side, hugging his legs, blinking as he watched the spicy broth in the hotpot.
The red hotpot soup looked a lot like blood!
