A long time ago, there was a boy named Composer Yaojie, who loved hot pot very much, although his ancestors, in the Earth Era, were some authentic northerners. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His favorite is the spicy all-red pot. Every time, in the spicy turnover, he can find a pleasure after the sublimation of his taste buds.

But after a long time, friends began to complain about his worship of "personal heroism" in food, and they hoped that Qu Yaojie would come out and feel some fresh and beautiful hot pot flavors.

Qu Yaojie doesn't reject food, really.

For food, he is willing to experiment with any kind.

However, when it comes to hot pot, Qu Yaojie still loves the fiery spicy flavor the most, and he enjoys the different flavor he tastes after his tongue is completely numb, the kind of patience, the kind of suffering, and the kind of constant after thousands of thoughts.

Qu Yaojie once seriously analyzed why he liked spicy hot pot so persistently, and came to the conclusion that maybe the feeling of spicy hot pot gave him was a little like his current state of life.

Han Feifei is Qu Yaojie's primary school classmate, and if you want to trace the earlier relationship, they may also be kindergarten alumni.

The first time I came into contact with spicy hot pot, I did it with Han Feifei. That day, looking at Qu Yaojie, who was forced to "cry bitterly" while shouting "cool", Han Feifei smiled very happily.

Qu Yaojie enjoys this kind of clown-like performance, because only by maintaining such an image will Han Feifei invite herself out to eat hot pot and drink beer without any scruples after falling out of love.

Every time he looks at Han Feifei's heartbroken appearance, Qu Yaojie always fantasizes that he can become a prince riding a white horse, pull his beloved girl on a horse like a warrior, and then roam freely on the vast grassland.

The opportunity finally came, and that day, in the face of Han Feifei's unsatisfactory crying again, Qu Yaojie finally mustered up the courage to confess to her.

Let me take care of you for the rest of your life, and I will never let you cry again.

In order to say this, a coward drank a dozen beers.

As a result, Han Feifei wiped her tears as if she was fine, and then ordered a dozen beers to get herself drunk.

When they woke up the next day, the two of them continued to call each other brothers as if nothing had happened.

Since then, Qu Yaojie has never had the courage to make any formal confession. Even if Han Feifei will still fall out of love, even if he is still the best person to confide in the other party, even if he still goes to eat that spicy hot pot every time they meet, even if the two of them can still solve two dozen beers.

Suddenly, one day, Han Feifei said that she felt that she might no longer have the ability to love, and she needed to find a man to marry immediately, otherwise her heart would die and she would not be married, which was very sad.

The hope in Qu Yaojie's heart was once again ignited in such a dialogue.

Maybe Han Feifei will think about herself this time, Qu Yaojie is looking forward to it with joy.

So, he began to be very proactive again, and he was not courteous and complimentary, he sent a few concerned text messages to Han Feifei when he had nothing to do. Then, under various pretexts, he drove by the downstairs of Han Feifei's unit during off-duty hours. At any time, I am struggling to arrange all kinds of short-term travel plans that may be made.

For all this, Han Feifei did not refuse at all, and even made people feel that they were gladly accepting it.

And then what?

No then.

Qu Yaojie still doesn't understand why Han Feifei married a man he hadn't met a few times without warning, legend has it that that man was just a fireman who opened a small restaurant, and Han Feifei also willingly became a cook who had to smoke every day.

Qu Yaojie couldn't figure it out, he felt that love was definitely the biggest irony in the world for him. He did not accept the invitation to attend the incomparably coveted wedding, but ran to the familiar spicy hot pot restaurant, ordered a pot of fiery Jiugongge, held a box of tissues and a dozen beers, and was hearty under all kinds of sour emotions.

From that day on, Han Feifei seemed to have completely disappeared into Qu Yaojie's world.

In those dark times, apart from loss, only spicy hot pot can bring Qu Yaojie some comfort.

I don't know if it's to commemorate this once had, Qu Yaojie decided to set the destination of that year's annual vacation as the hometown of spicy hot pot - Planet Zeus.

Sitting in Wentianmen Square, Qu Yaojie was a little stunned, it turned out that the Wentianmen Wharf that he had been thinking about had quietly faded in order to conform to the prosperous scene in front of him, and the cloud ladder he had found a circle had become synonymous with the demolition and reconstruction plan.

Fortunately, those authentic old hot pot restaurants that are not in Gaotang Yayuan are still strong, as soon as he walked into the door, Qu Yaojie was attracted by the red paper oil umbrella hanging upside down on the ceiling, and walked to the brick-built earthen stove, the waiter enthusiastically put the garlic mortar full of garlic in front of Qu Yaojie, ordered a jar of plum wine, ate the red hot pot, thinking about his various emotional difficulties for more than 30 years, Qu Yaojie not only did not want to cry, but found a lot of warmth in this cup of clay porcelain jar.

Soon, Qu Yaojie made a decision, he quit his job in the seaside city that was about to appreciate and raise, and resolutely stayed on the planet Zester to become a waiter at the hot pot restaurant, and later he became the foreman, and later, he was promoted to the store manager.

When I returned to my hometown after a long absence, it was many years later.

Although the sea breeze is still fresh and the sky is still blue, the years have changed, but fortunately the green is not yet bare.

In that prosperous section of the road where he had drunk and chatted with Han Feifei countless times, Qu Yaojie invested in a pure spicy hot pot restaurant, called "When to Boil".

Sometimes, people really can't stand being nagged, just when Qu Yaojie fantasized about the scene of reuniting with Han Feifei countless times, this girl really appeared in the hall of the hot pot restaurant during the busiest dinner time.

At that moment, all the noise and restlessness seemed to fall silent all at once.

"Long time no see." Han Feifei's eyes were a little red.

"Long time no see." Qu Yaojie said with some emotion.

"How are you doing?"

That's a good question, if you go back to the day you received the bad news, Qu Yaojie would definitely vent hysterically, but now he has become a little unbearable.

The two familiar and strange people sat in front of the stove, silently drinking plum wine, looking at the boiling red pot tumbling bursts of steam, who did not move the chopsticks.

After a long time, Han Feifei finally stood up and said to Qu Yaojie with a smile: "Bless you." ”

Qu Yaojie looked at the plum wine in the cup, smiled bitterly, and could only silently listen to the footsteps of Han Feifei leaving, but he didn't dare to raise his head to face such a blessing and give any response.