In the evening, both Monk and Scholar came over. Ning Jie had deliberately gone out to buy some mutton that morning, and by nightfall, three tables were set up, each with its own brass charcoal hotpot.
In this era, this kind of thing was quite niche in their parts. In a region like Yanbian, people were far less familiar with copper hotpots than they were with dog meat soup.
Around here, if you randomly stopped someone on the street and asked, "Fancy some hotpot tonight?", they would probably have to stop and think about it. But if you told them, "Let's go drink some dog meat soup tonight," nine times out of ten that fellow would tell you he'd bring his own liquor, terrified you might leave him behind.
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