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Li smiled. “Wise choice, sir.”

“I’m buffering,” Rohan whispered.

It was his third visit to Haidilao that month. The hotpot restaurant was a sensory overload: the spicy mala broth bubbling like a volcano, the noodle-puller twirling dough into a hypnotic dance, and the free-flowing mango pudding that had no right to be that good. mat khau wifi haidilao

“What… what happened?”