"What do you want to eat?" Hank took Sara's hand, and the night wind blew up his windbreaker. "You didn't eat much just now."
After being blown by the cold wind, Sara's sense of alcohol disappeared completely. He lowered his head and thought for a while, "Little hot pot."
Hank took her to eat a little hot pot.
Sara didn't eat spicy food, but he liked beef oil hot pot very much. When she was young, she was weak, so adults could only watch aside when eating hot pot. Sometimes, Caroline felt that she was really pitiful, so she would use white water to wash away the chili and pepper and give her some, but after all, she didn't taste that way.
Hank chose a quiet hotpot restaurant, which had a private room and a mandarin pot.
Sara was lying on the table and looking at the menu. Hank picked her up with one hand. "What are you always doing on the table?"
Sara said, "It's comfortable."