"I know you're impressive, let's eat first." An Hao called out to Qin Xue as she watched the waiter place the dishes.
"Got it, Ms. An." Qin Xue picked up the chopsticks in front of her and picked up a slice of pork blood. Spicy enough, tender enough, delicious.
"I knew you'd like to eat this." An Hao watched Qin Xue eat happily, and she picked up a piece of tripe to eat as well; it was indeed spicy enough.
"As long as it's spicy, I like to eat it." Qin Xue liked Sichuan cuisine, but she usually eats quite bland food, and these two tastes together were really somewhat contradictory.
But there are benefits to this too; she can eat bland food, and she can eat spicy food. Such a person can cater to the public's tastes, which is quite good.
"Hmm, that's great. Are you planning to directly do business and not work?" An Hao asked Qin Xue.
