Lin Chuxia took the handwritten menu, her eyes glinting with amusement, "The owner has made this restaurant quite thoughtful, and the menu is pretty good too."
The owner was a young man in his early thirties, who smiled and said, "It's just so-so, it's for everyone's convenience after all."
Lin Chuxia nodded, doing business means one has to consider what the customers want and cater to their needs.
"Lamb rolls, beef rolls, beef tripe, duck blood, Chinese broccoli..."
Lin Chuxia knew Qin Yang's taste and ordered a whole bunch of different items, eventually choosing a spicy base for the hot pot.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yang advised, "Don't worry about me, just get a clear soup base, I like my sides spicy."
At that time, hot pot in An City was still the traditional northern-style with a charcoal-fired copper pot. It was authentic indeed, but the soup could only have one flavor; the half-and-half pot popular in the south had not made its way there yet.