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Fang Qing was held by Shi Nian, and looked at everything around him curiously. The last time he was a mortal and the prince of Yuanhui, he didn't expect that such a long time had passed, and the world had already changed so much.

Fang Qing shook the hand holding Shi Nian: "A Nian, where are you taking me?"

"Of course I'm taking you to eat delicious food." Shi Nian squeezed his palm.

The two sat in the hot pot restaurant, Shi Nian handed him the menu: "What do you want to eat?"

Fang Qing took it and looked at it for a long time, but still didn't tick the boxes.

"Ah Nian, it's better for you to have some, it's my first time in this era, how can I understand these things."

"That's right." Anyway, Shi Nian knew Fang Qing's taste, so he chose dishes according to their taste.

"The bottom of the pot... Do you want something spicy, or something lighter?"

"It's all fine."

Shi Nian turned his pen around, and finally chose a mandarin duck pot.

Before the dishes were served, Shi Nian went to adjust several kinds of dipping sauces for Fang Qing, and by the way, changed to sit next to Fang Qing from the opposite side.

"Well, what is this? It's quite delicious." Fang Qing took another bite of the ice cream that Shi Nian fed, and asked curiously.

"Ice cream, but don't eat too much, it's bad for your stomach."

"It's okay, it's rare to come."

After the waiter put out the dishes ordered by both of them, Shi Nian took on the responsibility of rinsing and serving, while Fang Qing was responsible for eating.

The white soup and the red soup each boiled the dishes.

Fang Qing pointed at the hot pot with his chopsticks: "It's the first time I've seen such a way of eating. When I was at Yuanhui, the soups and dishes all had one flavor in one pot. It's rare to have one on each side. It's good like this , there is something for everyone's taste."

Shi Nian picked up boiled egg yolk shrimp and gave him: "Actually, experienced old people in this area generally don't eat like this."

"Why?" Fang Qing asked vaguely, chewing something in his mouth.

"Look, this hot pot is divided into two, and the colors on both sides are different. What does it look like?"

"Like...the Eight Diagrams of Taoism?"

"That's right, so the mandarin duck pot we eat is also called Yinyang pot. There is a saying that mandarin duck pot is eaten with the dead. The older generation always has more taboos, so naturally they won't eat it."

"Then have you eaten before?"

"......Have."

Fang Qing bit his chopsticks: "Is it related to me?"

"Well, because I heard that if there is someone who misses you, set up a mandarin duck pot in a dark place. If the other party also misses him, the dead person will show up and eat together. The living eat red soup, The dead eat white soup. If a living person eats white soup, it means that he has married a mandarin duck with the dead, and Yin and Yang will never be separated. They all eat white soup, but I have never seen you appear."

Of course Fang Qing won't show up, it's not like he's become a lonely ghost, how could he come out and eat "Yin Yang Pot" with Shi Nian.

But thinking of his own state of mind back then, he was really desperate, so he had to try even the most absurd method, and Fang Qing felt sad for a while.

Fang Qing took a chopstick of lettuce from the red soup and put it into the Shi Nian bowl: "Although we couldn't eat the 'Yin Yang pot', didn't we eat the 'Mandarin duck pot' together? An inseparable mandarin duck."

Shi Nian knew that Fang Qing was comforting himself, so he also laughed: "Naturally."

In the thick mist of the mandarin duck pot, the lights of thousands of families and all the ordinary happiness are reflected.

The author has something to say:

Sudden craving for hot pot...