Rebirth in the 80's: The Daily Life of the Villain's Mom-Chapter 213: Lamb Hotpot

Jiang Ran and Pei Huai put down their suitcases, not in a hurry to unpack, but asked Chen Bing where the bathroom was.

After going to the bathroom, Jiang Ran felt quite satisfied.

There was a separation of dry and wet areas, a toilet, and a shower.

That was enough.

The three of them washed their faces and headed out directly.

Jiang Ran knew where they were going to eat. When they arrived, Chen Bing had already pointed it out; it was the hotpot restaurant at the end of the alley.

The sign of the restaurant was a bit discolored, clearly an old establishment.

Old places like this, being able to stay open, must have a taste that’s beyond question.

It wasn’t far, and the three of them walked over quickly.

It was a summer evening, and the restaurant was quite busy.

Upon entering, there were over a dozen tables, more than half of which were occupied.

As soon as they walked in, someone greeted Chen Bing.

"Chen Bing’s here! When did you arrive?"

Chen Bing waved at the person, "Just got here with some friends. Give us a hotpot and a few pounds of lamb."

"Got it!"

Clearly a regular, Chen Bing led Jiang Ran and Pei Huai to a table by the window.

The window was open, letting in a cool evening breeze.

The restaurant didn’t have air conditioning but had several ceiling fans whirring away.

Soon after sitting down, someone brought over a copper pot, placing it in the center of the table.

Old Beijing hotpot is quite famous, and Jiang Ran had naturally tried it before.

But back then, she went to chain stores and always felt it was more hype than flavor.

Now, without even tasting it, she could already tell by the smell that it would be good.

Chen Bing was already laughing and introducing, "Don’t be fooled by the looks outside, the flavor here is fantastic. Beishi people all love coming here to eat."

Jiang Ran glanced at Chen Bing, "Did you rent the house nearby because of this?"

Jiang Ran said this mostly in jest.

But to her surprise, Chen Bing nodded, "You’re not wrong. I rented the place nearby just to conveniently eat hotpot."

Jiang Ran, "..."

Chen Bing truly never hid his foodie nature.

Just as they were talking, someone else came over.

This time, they brought bowls, chopsticks, and dipping sauce.

Beishi people don’t need much for hotpot dipping sauce - just sesame paste and some sesame oil, that’s enough.

Seeing a big bowl full of sesame paste, Jiang Ran couldn’t help but swallow.

While Chen Bing wasn’t a local, he was a frequent visitor and knew his stuff, giving an impressive introduction.

No sooner than the sesame paste was ready, the sliced lamb was served.

The reason why it’s called hotpot is that everything is best enjoyed by swishing it in the broth.

The lamb was freshly sliced, thin enough to see through when held up.

This kind of lamb, put into a boiling pot, just needs a few seconds before it’s ready to be fished out.

Then you dip it in the prepared sesame paste bowl to coat it and take a bite.

Instantly, your mouth is filled with the rich aroma of sesame paste and lamb.

The lamb is tender, without any gaminess.

After tasting one slice, all you want is another, leaving no room for much conversation.

A few pounds of lamb might sound a lot, but all three had decent appetites and didn’t eat much else, so it was no big deal.

Once the lamb was gone, they finished up with some noodles and vegetables in the broth, each having a bowl to round off the meal.