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This induction cooker has a rather unique appearance, with silver-gray trim and a large black crystal panel. There is a row of function buttons on the right side, and a metal knob for adjusting the heat at the bottom.

Yuan Lang turned the fire control knob to its maximum, then raised his chin and smiled at Zhang Anbang opposite him, "How about it? Isn't my new equipment more upscale than your old copper pot?"

Zhang Anbang nodded slowly. "It looks quite exquisite, but it's only good for saving time and effort. In terms of appearance and taste, it's far inferior to my thickened copper pot."

My charcoal fire burned fiercely, and the soup in the pot boiled from beginning to end. Tripe and mutton were instantly cooked when thrown in, the meat was tender and not dry, and the vegetables were crisp.

The charcoal has a subtle fruity aroma that whets the appetite, and the copper pot enhances the flavor. The delicate sweetness of lamb in clear broth is something your electric pot simply can't replicate.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang immediately put down his serving chopsticks, leaned forward, and retorted defiantly, "You're thinking too narrowly, only focusing on the taste."

I can eat with peace of mind with the windows closed using this induction cooker. There's no open flame, it doesn't consume oxygen, and I don't have to worry about carbon monoxide suffocating me. Even if my kids run around, I don't have to worry about sparks burning them or the tablecloth. Our building management doesn't allow burning charcoal indoors anyway.

Besides, how miserable would it be to eat from that copper pot?

The charcoal ash covered the table and me, the walls and ceiling were stained yellow, and the remaining charcoal and ash had to be cleaned separately. The charcoal firebox was a painstaking task to scrub; nothing beats my induction cooker, which can be wiped clean with a cloth.

Zhang Anbang wouldn't back down an inch. "Deliciousness is the only important thing. My copper pot conducts heat evenly and heats up quickly. I can still cook it in the wild. Yours won't do. You won't even have a place to plug it in in the wild."

The lifespan is also vastly different. Your induction cooker is prone to breaking down after prolonged use, but my pot is different. If properly maintained, it can last for over a hundred years without any problems. It can be passed down through three generations; the pot will still be there even after the person is gone.

Yuan Lang scoffed, "But you two only eat spicy hot pot, you can't taste the freshness of the copper pot at all, it's a complete waste of time!"

Besides, your copper pot is heavy and takes up a lot of space. You also need to store charcoal separately, which takes up storage space. Moreover, its use is limited to hot pot.

I can fit it in a corner of this thin cabinet. It can handle everything from stewing soup and boiling water to simple stir-fries. Just put any stainless steel pot on it to heat it up, pour in water, plug it in, and you're ready to cook. It's incredibly convenient.

Zhang Anbang continued to argue, "What's the use of just saving trouble? Eating hot pot is all about enjoying the authentic taste. You're just being lazy."

Yuan Lang waved his hand, "You're just being stubborn. You have to weigh everything. Safety, convenience, and multi-functionality—what's wrong with that? The taste isn't much worse than your copper pot."

"Deliciousness is the most important thing!"

"You can't live your life solely based on your taste!"

The two of them argued back and forth, making quite a scene.

Yuan Lang's wife sighed helplessly, picked up a piece of cooked mutton with her chopsticks and put it into Gu Xiaonan's bowl, then interrupted with a smile.

"Alright, alright, you two are really something. You can't even shut your mouths when there's food. You're arguing over a pot, like you're competing with two new recruits. If the soldiers you're in charge of see this, who knows how they'll laugh at you behind your backs."

After saying that, she blinked at Xiaonan, and while continuing to pick up food, she said in a light tone, "Xiaonan, don't pay attention to them, let's just eat our food in peace."

These two guys love to argue whenever they're together, it's all because they're bored. If you let them ramble on, they could write a whole paper in no time.

Gu Xiaonan nodded, suppressing a smile, and slowly picked up the mutton from her bowl to eat. She had rarely seen this childlike and serious side of the man who was about to become her legal husband, and she found it quite interesting.

The broth in the pot was bubbling and boiling. Yuan Lang casually picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks and put it into his bowl. He spoke first, "Listen to my wife. Let's stop cooking for now and put aside the dispute. Let's eat and replenish our supplies. Otherwise, the meat will get tough and won't taste good."

Zhang Anbang swallowed the mutton he had just put in his mouth. "Okay, consensus reached, priority given to resupply."

Yuan Lang's wife smiled and shook her head, then poured Gu Xiaonan another half glass of juice. "Whenever the two of them get together at home, they're like this, acting like six or seven-year-old children."

Xiaonan, you don't know, but one time when I came home from get off work, I ran into these two people leading about ten kids from the compound, competing to see who could throw a playing card the farthest.

They were having a blast, but the next day I heard from the neighbors that all the kids who played with them had arms so sore they could barely lift them.

Gu Xiaonan laughed even louder, "Thank you, sister-in-law, I can do it myself. But it's good this way. If they keep this up, at least they won't be at risk of Alzheimer's when they get old."

Yuan Lang's wife smiled and laughed at his words, saying, "What you said makes a lot of sense. Arguing every day keeps your mind sharp and slows down cognitive decline, which can indeed prevent Alzheimer's disease."

Listening to their back-and-forth conversation, Yuan Lang added half a plate of tripe to the hot pot, then looked up at Zhang Anbang and asked, "By the way, Anbang, have you two set a wedding date yet? When are you planning to hold the wedding?"

Zhang Anbang put down his chopsticks and replied, "Not yet. My old company commander said we should see if we can hold a group wedding together, or maybe the two of us brothers can have one together. The specific date hasn't been set yet, but it might be in May or June."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yuan Lang with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll definitely let you know in advance. I'm waiting for your gift money, haha."

"Get lost! All you want is my measly little bit of money? I'll pack you a thick wad of one-cent coins."

Seeing that the two were about to veer off-topic again, Gu Xiaonan added, "Well, Anbang and I discussed it and decided to hold a group wedding here first, then I'll take a vacation, and when I have time, we'll hold another one back in my hometown."

If things get complicated, we can just go on a honeymoon trip.

"Honeymoon, that's great."

As she spoke, Yuan Lang's wife looked up at Gu Xiaonan, who was smiling happily, and continued with admiration in her eyes, "Xiao Zhang, you are really lucky to have found such a good girl as Xiaonan."

Zhang Anbang raised an eyebrow, his tone filled with undisguised pride, "Sister-in-law is right, I've always said that my Xiaonan is perfect in every way."

He's a good person, good-looking, has a good personality, and is very capable—he's perfect in every way. His only problem is his eyesight; his aesthetic sense is lacking.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang and his wife couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Gu Xiaonan's ears burned slightly. She moved closer to Zhang Anbang and gently nudged his arm. "When did you become so glib?"

Zhang Anbang turned to the side and put a large piece of tripe into her bowl, saying softly, "To be honest, where else would I find such a good wife?"