Only Master Wang could get Miss Qiao a spicy dipping sauce in the private kitchen of an authentic Mongolian hot pot, and so confidently!

While replying to Nie Mi's message, Qiao Nian looked up and glanced at the dipping dish in front of her, which did not have any millet pepper in the red oil, and said lazily, "No, it doesn't need to be changed." Understanding her meaning that it wasn't spicy enough, Ye Wangchuan's eyes twinkled.

"Let's just eat first."

He moved with an outstanding demeanor, elegantly rolling up his sleeves, and revealing his strong wrist. His wrist bone line was smooth and full of tension, and his silver bracelet was worn with Buddha beads, looking very eye-catching.

"If you can't eat the sesame sauce, I'll have someone change a plate for you."

"Mm."

had tried sesame sauce once and found the taste acceptable. It wasn't spicy, but it had peanuts and the scent of sesame. She could eat it, but not too much, or she would

while, the thinly sliced mutton was

the mutton beautifully, making it look very appetizing, and

Nian was a little

to eating. Just after replying to Nie

Mongolian hot pot was indeed authentic

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this restaurant's hot pot tasted much better. The mutton soup had a creamy white base and a rich fragrance. The key was that there was

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