Bo Qin: "...then will you go and buy it for me?"
Jian Dan was taken aback at first, then laughed, "Sure."
Buying it is no big deal.
Bo Qin had a smile on his face, looking inexplicably happy, which Jian Dan didn't quite understand.
The hotpot arrived, and Jian Dan added a lot of ingredients to the spicy side, making it a fiery red. Just looking at it made one's stomach ache, and Bo Qin's eyes didn't really want to stick to it, yet he saw Jian Dan staring at it intently, counting seconds, then scooping it up to eat, both numbing and spicy.
Her lips gradually turned deep red, and Bo Qin watched her eating bite after bite, reaching out his chopsticks to stop her from scooping more, "Eat less of this so spicy."
He had just eaten a little, and now his entire mouth was filled with that spicy taste, unbearably so—it was too spicy.
Jian Dan waved her hand, "Uncle Qin, it won't taste good if it's overcooked."
