My Leisurely Life on a Desert Island

After a near-death shipwreck, when everyone was confused, there was a person whose painting style was out of place. "Hey, did you ask what it tastes like?" "I'm eating it, it smells like hot pot! Look over there." "Brother, your style of painting is wrong. Why do you eat hot pot again? And where does Erguotou come from!" "Oh? Tiezi, it's a mouthful, authentic Niulanshan." From this point on, the style of this novel began to become distorted, and it seemed that I had forgotten what the title was.