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The four boys were seated at a slightly worn dark wooden table in a nearby restaurant they had found online. The place was furnished simply, with closely spaced tables and brightly colored plastic chairs. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the hum of conversations and the cheerful clatter of dishes. Steam rose from bubbling pots, creating a haze that enveloped the diners and gave the place a vaguely homey feel.

Phuak turned to the camera with a smile. "Hello everyone and welcome back to a new video! I'm Phuak, the admin of the page 'Disgusting but Cheap so We Must Eat It'. Today we've come to the hot pot restaurant near the university. It's cheap but tastes awful!"

Ohm, who had been carefully pouring alcohol into everyone's glasses until then, interrupted in a low voice, addressing Phuak. "You didn't have to say it tastes awful out loud."

Phuak chuckled and continued. "Today we're trying a new soup!"

Fong, with a somewhat sarcastic expression, added, "Yes, we're ready to die, or maybe not if we're lucky."

After several vague minutes of waiting for their order, which had been taken by a young waiter, it still hadn't arrived and someone was already starting to get bored.

Tine sighed, looking at Phuak. "But why did you bring us here? The food is taking forever and we've waited long enough."

Phuak scratched his head, trying to maintain good spirits despite the circumstances. "Just be patient, guys, the food will be here soon. And hey, look on the bright side, at least we get to spend some time together! Right?"

Just at that moment, some very attractive girls arrived to serve the table, dressed in aprons, shorts, and tight tops. Ohm, along with the other three, lit up at the sight.

The soup in front of them was vigorously boiling in the central pot. It was a dark red color, almost ominous, with pieces of vegetables and meat floating in the spicy broth. The aroma was pungent, with a strong hint of herbs and spices filling the air.

Fong, pointing the camera towards the table, exclaimed, "Are you ready? Give us a review!"

Tine took a spoonful of soup and tasted it, immediately making a face. "What the hell kind of soup is this? It's burning my throat!"

Phuak burst out laughing. "It's normal, Tine. They put Thai herb liquor in it. It's the best dish in the restaurant, a specialty."

Ohm, always eager to try anything especially when served by pretty girls, took a spoonful of soup and tasted it with a mischievous smile. "Well, if the local girls say it's good, then I believe them!"

Then, lowering his voice and addressing the guys, he added, "It's the worst thing I've ever eaten at all these blog meet-ups."

Fong, behind the camera, carefully framed every detail, trying to capture his friends' genuine expressions. The steam continued to rise, creating an almost cinematic effect.

Tine, still bothered by the burning sensation in his throat, muttered, "I don't know if I'll survive this!"

Meanwhile, Tine gestured to Ohm with his hands to refill his glass because he had already finished it and his throat was still burning. "Here, I poured it for you," Ohm replied, laughing at his friend. As soon as Tine drank some of that liquid, he started turning as red as a chili pepper. Tine shouted, "Ohm, this isn't water or beer," waving his hands on his tongue, which was currently on fire. "What did you put in the glass?"

Fong read the label on the bottle: "But it's chili liqueur!" he exclaimed. Ohm, stunned, started handing tissues to Tine and giving him real water. Meanwhile, Tine whispered and sometimes shouted about how much his tongue was burning. "I think I'm on fire," he said, humorously leaving his tongue out of his mouth as he spoke.