I took the long-distance National Express for 8 hours, going round and round, from sunny Cambridge to rainy Manchester. What was this for?

Is it just these red tile walls?

They say you’ll find love around the corner, and it’s true!

My wife is not proficient in the rest of her English, but when she sees the huge Hotpot sign, she can blurt it out!

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Unexpectedly, I met my true love as soon as I arrived in Manchester City!

Following the familiar smell, we soon found the entrance.

But when I looked at the menu at the door, it was just a hodgepodge of major domestic cuisines, which was not very attractive at first; the promised Hot Pot was there!

I was not willing to do so, so I went in alone to investigate.

As soon as I entered the door, I found that my body was out of control: the upper and lower lips kept turning, saliva poured from all directions in the mouth to both sides of the tongue, and my nose was breathing hard to inhale the spicy smell of the air... Oh my god!

Haven't you just left Chengdu for a week?

People, the only thing that can never escape is their own stomach!

Looking at the twos and threes of Chinese faces in the hall, sitting in the steaming heat, talking, laughing, eating and drinking, it really makes people feel friendly!

Can you understand how I felt standing next to them and looking eagerly at the food in their pots?

I went out to discuss with the leader whether we should eat here?

Calculating the price, if you follow the way you eat in China, the meat and vegetables combined will cost more than 30 pounds, not counting drinks---this is equivalent to our ordinary three-day diet.

We were hesitating whether to go or not, when a group of people came out of the door and passed us - it felt like a team of pork belly had just been fished out of the pot, the taste was extremely happy!

So we both looked at each other and opened the door again!

"How many of you are there?" "Both of you!" "Sit inside. Please come over here. Please take a seat! Here is the menu, take a look at it first..." Familiar routines and positions.

We looked at the menu and the price numbers were very small, 2-3 for vegetables, 6-8 for meat dishes, and 3-5 for beer. It felt good!

But please multiply the number by 8.8 and convert it. It will feel different immediately, right?

whatever!

I spent the whole day on the bus, so eating a meal won’t break the budget, just eat!

So we started ticking off the menu quickly and replaced the five-square grid in his shop with a red and white two-square grid, you know!

While the waiter was waiting for the dishes, we couldn't wait to prepare the dipping dishes, pour the beer, and get ready for the meal!

At this time, the background music played Jacky Cheung's "If This Is Love..." A century passed, and two centuries passed, and finally the goddess-like waiter brought the delicacies to him.

What do you think of the quality of these dishes?

(Guess what the white one is? The first one to answer correctly will give you a small red envelope of 6.6!) Before the pot was boiled, I could only silently purse my lips and watch the people at the table next to me feasting, flirting and chatting -

--Although the two people sitting behind me looked Chinese, they spoke English the whole time.

The boys told a lot of interesting things to make the girls happy; the girls sounded like they were Chinese Americans --- because I have never heard of girls in China who speak English so fluently, haha!

After waiting anxiously for 30 seconds, I ran to the condiment station several times.

Sometimes I add a little onion and garlic, sometimes I grab a little coriander, and after a while I add a little chili oil.

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Finally, the Party is on!!! As the temperature rises, the inside of the pot has begun to churn; I quickly throw the mutton slices into the pot, and after 30 seconds it has turned into my bowl; coat it with sesame oil, minced garlic, chili sauce, vinegar, and coriander

, stuffed it with a full mouthful; during chewing, the cells of the meat began to tear, and my spirit began to split---Although I didn't leave China for a long time, I had several hot pot meals before leaving.

The food we have eaten in the UK these past few days has been pretty good, but when the truly familiar taste of home hits us, we have no resistance at all.

Neither of us spoke to each other, but soon we began to sweat: first on the tip of our noses, then on our foreheads, and then on our bodies as well, but this seemed to be just a sign of warm-up.

We went back and forth to the condiment station, and I dug out all the minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion... Finally, I looked at the chili oil and wanted to take it away. It was really useless.

It's been like this for less than 40 minutes, and everyone around us is still eating, but our table already looks like this... At this moment, my mouth is like drinking beer with chili oil. I can't extricate myself from it. Although I'm numb, my consciousness is still clear.

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This strong taste stimulation makes people obsessed and nostalgic.

"Here's another vegetable leaf, do you want it?" "Give it to me!" I gently put the last piece of green vegetable on the plate into the red pot, gently held it in the bowl, and then slowly took it into my mouth.

, enjoy the last golden moment.