At an age when appetites are booming, combined with the decent ingredients An Gang provided, five young people devoured a pile of food, nearly cleaning out all the groceries Wan Chu'er had bought. The meat that An Zihao brought was also gobbled up in several rounds.
Once everyone was well-fed and watered, An Zihao, with a content tone, patted An Gang on the shoulder,
"Bro, your cooking skills are quite something. Ever thought about opening a hotpot restaurant?"
An Gang was taken aback; the idea of starting a business had never crossed his mind—his honest life consisted only of working hard for his boss.
Hearing such a proposal out of the blue, the dormant waves in his brain stirred a little, leaving him excited yet bewildered, uncertain if this distinguished An Zihao was speaking casually or seriously.
Mai Qiqi clapped her hands in praise: "Not bad at all, if An Gang opens a hot pot restaurant, I'll definitely be a regular, plus then we could eat whenever we want."
