National Games: Start as Zhongli, teammate Hutao

In such a cold weather, if you really sleep outside, you will probably be frozen into a fool.

Hu Tao pressed his little head against the glass window and let out a soft breath, and the white mist covered a small piece of glass in an instant.

The situation of Dragon Kingdom players at this time is very enviable.

At least for those who have to pay for a tent at a high price of Mora, this sturdy rock hut (though it may not be particularly beautiful) is an enviable haven in this cold cavern.

Especially in the whirring cold wind outside, the players of the Dragon Kingdom and others were eating hot pot and singing songs in a solid rock hut that was strong enough to withstand the cold wave.

Yes, eat hot pot, this time the supply box of the national fortune game specially sent a mouthful of ceramic hot pot with all kinds of ingredients.

It was the first time Zhong Xia had seen such a thing in the National Games Supply.

It can only be said that the organizers of this national sports game still put a lot of effort into Liyue's diet.

There are the best ingredients for hot pot such as fat beef and hairy tripe, as well as garden vegetables such as enoki mushrooms and cauliflower, as well as a bunch of Q-bomb beef and mutton meatballs. (Xiao Walnut specially let a few balls bounce on the small square table a few times, proving that the quality is indeed good.)

Of course, without Zhong Xia saying anything, the sticky pile of seafood was naturally excluded.

"Let's go, let's go. After

the walnuts are poured into all kinds of meat, the fresh meat is bubbling with oil, and the aroma is bursting.

Of course, the walnut with greedy saliva at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but move his chopsticks.

However, this behavior was persuaded by Zhong Xia.

The reason is simple, because there are too many meats in one go, it takes a while to heat up.

"Hall Master Hu, now is not the time to eat it.

In the following conversation, Xiao Hu Tao would ask if the hot pot could be eaten every few seconds, and Zhong Xia looked at the gradually rising heat and patiently persuaded Xiao Hu Tao to wait a little longer.

"Zhong Xia, is Zhong Xia okay?" "Zhong Xia, okay

, yes, no."

"Now, now.

Zhong Xia looked at the boiling bubbles in the pot and said seriously: "Well, the greens are already ready, or not."

"Uh~

" Xiao Hu Tao rested his chin on the square table, and said weakly: "Then I'll wait a little longer."

After calming Xiao Hutao's emotions, Dada Duck encountered a big problem.

Faced with this eating tool inherited from ancient Oriental Xi - chopsticks, Tartaglia is obviously not very adaptable.

It is indeed impressive that these two wooden sticks can burst out with the ingenious power of sandwiching the ingredients.

The Winter's warrior, who had mastered many weapons, encountered a problem in his academic career.

However, the arrogant warrior was not so easily impressed by the two wooden sticks that seemed to break easily.

For Tartaglia, the more he is not good at something, the more he must conquer it.

While the two chopsticks moved flexibly in his hands, but they couldn't play a role, Zhong Xia also noticed the dilemma in which the Dada duck was in place.

Previously, when he went out to eat with himself in Liyue Harbor (to be precise, he should have eaten and drunk by himself, but it would have been too much to cheat), Tartaglia did not use chopsticks.

So, Zhong Xia came behind him and held one of Tartaglia's arms and began to instruct.