I love Hot Pot, always have and always will. Eating hot pot is the thing that cheers me up any time. Choosing the menu makes me happy; waiting to serve food makes me happy; watching soup boil makes me happy; even braising the vegetables and meat I love makes me happy. It is suitable for any event: birthday, dinner, meeting or simply for hunger. For me, there's nothing wrong with hot pot, except one thing: it makes me miss it too much. Since I'm so far from home now, it's hard to find a good place to satisfy my tongue. When I start to miss the flavor of chili pepper; I realized that something more than spiciness is missing. Once upon a time I spent two months in California with my friends; we decided to have a hot pot as our first meal upon returning home. My glasses became blurry and all covered in moisture after entering a hot pot restaurant. The heat increased so much that I had to take off my coat. I ordered all the food that had been sitting in my head for two months. After everything was ready, I used chopsticks to take my favorite meat, "this is the happy life", he told me ...