Her new father, Yu Laoda, and her third uncle, Yu Qinchun, were both squeezed to the very back.

Looking at the moonlight, wow, these dozen or so people would need to be seated at two tables.

She doesn't care whether these people usually eat at a single table or not; once they're at her place, they have to follow her rules.

Two hot pots are about right for one table; she doesn't have that many hot pot bowls for any more.

Upon seeing them enter, Yue Fuguang smiled and gave a perfunctory greeting, saying, "Your Majesty, you've come at the perfect time. I was just about to have hot pot. Would you like to join us?"

Fine, he went to all that trouble to leave the palace just for a bite to eat, so let's give him a way out.

"Haha, good. I heard from Minister Yu that your vegetables have grown well. I had nothing to do today, so I brought the Crown Prince and all the officials to come and see them."

We were actually quite lucky to catch a hot pot feast at Fu Guang.

"You know what, the smell of your pot is actually making me a little hungry. This pot of yours is different from what we usually eat; why is this side all reddish?"

When Emperor Mingxi saw the large pot divided into a yin-yang shape, one side red and the other white, the steam emanating from it hit people's noses with a domineering aroma they had never smelled before.

"Your Majesty, this is a hot pot with two broths. The milky white side is the chicken broth flavor you usually eat, and the red side is the spicy flavor."

"When we start eating, Your Majesty and all the officials should be careful. The spicy flavor might be a little stimulating for those who can't handle spice."

Then he taught everyone how to make dipping sauces, and in front of everyone, he imitated Yue Fuguang by making a saucer of sesame paste and a saucer of chili sauce.

Spicy food is something that those who can't eat it really can't eat, but those who can eat it really enjoy it!