The steaming nine-grid hot pot filled the air with a spicy aroma.
This is what a hot pot should taste like.
The people eating hot pot have come and gone, but the taste of the hot pot remains the same.
After finishing the hot pot, because of work obligations, a few of the senior brothers all left Deep Blue, leaving Han Zhan and the others to continue revisiting the familiar places.
Deep Blue City, Xixia Road.
Nowadays, Xixia Road has completely turned into an old town with dwindling population.
There are many vacant houses here, all in a state of abandonment; some of their occupants died in battle, some left, and some betrayed Great Xia.
Han Zhan pushed open a dust-covered door, inside, it was empty and clean.
There were neither piles of empty bottles nor drunken people, nor scantily clad dancers.
On the table was still the remnants of a last game, pieces clearly defined, soldiers opposing each other.
