Finally, Su Mu casually plucked some snowflakes from the wind and snow and put them into the pot, bringing the water to a boil before pouring it into the dipping sauce bowl and stirring it well.
"Try it."
Yuri had been waiting for Su Mu to say that, and immediately used her chopsticks to dip a bit and put it in her mouth, her eyes lighting up with twinkling stars, "Delicious, Lin Peng, how did you do it?"
Seeing this, Su Mu's lips curled slightly. If it weren't for the limited conditions, the dipping sauce he made could even make slippers taste good!
"It's just practice."
Back then, it was his cooking skills that won over Miaomiao, ahem, touched her.
"How do you plan to handle this fish?" After tasting the dipping sauce, Yuri was full of anticipation, unable to contain her eagerness.
"Hot pot."
"Hot pot?"
