The hot pot is full of smoke and elusive.

It’s extremely cold.

As soon as I went out, there were very few people on the street. Every time I hurriedly walk by on the street, I would be attracted by the lively scene in the hot pot restaurant on the street, so I slowed down. I knew that at this moment, my eyes were full of envy.

The steam coming out of the hot pots at the glass partitions warmed the air. Amid the mist of water, the chopsticks hold the most heart-warming taste of winter. Sitting across from them are friends, couples in love, or having a few happy bites, chatting and laughing, cooking meat and vegetables, and more. A glass of wine... Inside the house are happy faces illuminated by orange lights, while outside the house, the cold wind, the drizzle, are all isolated outside the glass window. What is isolated is the one that is beyond my reach. There is a huge gap between what you see and think and reality.

Since the beginning of winter, I have been making hot pot at home with great joy. I want to have a good hot pot at home to get rid of the cold, but I always feel colder after the meal, with that kind of helpless chill. The family is sitting together, they should be happy, but they feel disgusted while eating. "I don't eat mutton..." "The fishy smell is so strong..." "What is this? It's so strange" "Beef tastes better" "Why don't you put something in it" "It's so bland, you put some salt in it" "No" "Why are you eating like this?" "No, don't eat, I'll eat the leftovers" "I want to eat"... The family members who said these words had obvious displeasure and disgust on their faces... ...At that time, all my illusions about hot pot were shattered. Really, very unhappy.

I often ask myself, why is it so difficult to have a happy hot pot meal?

Except for the disappointment of eating hot pot with family, all that remains is the expectation for friends. But, when am I in a different place, can I go back to eat hot pot with you around the table, drink wine, play with the lady after dinner, or have a heart attack in Germany, or play with hand shaking... In short, there are many things related to you. , how much I miss it.

I can only think about this hot pot in winter.