"Sure."
Roman Kidd smiled.
As long as July Quinn was willing to have a al with him, that was a good start in his eyes.
So where to eat didn’t really matter.
But about an hour later, when Roman Kidd was facing the boiling pot of hotpot steaming with the thick aroma of red oil, he started to question life.
"You like eating this stuff?"
Among the won Roman Kidd had encountered, like July Quinn, those with such a great figure usually followed diets low in oil, salt, and carbohydrates.
Even when they ate at, they would choose sothing like chicken breast, which is low in fat and doesn’t contribute to weight gain.
He assud that July Quinn, with such a fantastic figure, would also be highly conscious of her diet.
But confronted with this hotpot and the dozen plates of marbled beef and other high-fat ats beside it, he suddenly doubted life.
"Why do you like this kind of restaurant?"
Was she doing this on purpose, picking this kind of place to ss with him, Roman Kidd?
But the answer was clear: No!
At this mont, July Quinn had already started cooking.
Amidst the swirling steam, her beautiful face seed to have gained a hint of warmth as she curled her lips:
"What’s wrong with this place? There’s unlimited instant noodles!"
Yes, this was a branch of the spicy hotpot restaurant July Quinn had once visited with Kyle Keaton in Westmarch.
After that al, July couldn’t stop thinking about it.
But Kyle Keaton couldn’t handle even a bit of spiciness, so July couldn’t find the chance to eat it again.
Today, Roman Kidd suddenly generously invited her, and July imdiately thought of this place.
In places like this, during al tis it’s always crowded, so she didn’t have to worry about Roman Kidd making a move on her.
And probably because of Kyle Keaton, July always felt that soone as sophisticated as Roman Kidd wouldn’t eat spicy hotpot.
So her plan was to gross out Roman Kidd with the hotpot while indulging herself to the fullest.
But unexpectedly, Roman Kidd didn’t turn pale; instead, he laughed.
His smile was as bright as the sun after a heavy snow, dazzling and leaving people a bit at a loss.
When July Quinn t Roman Kidd’s full-faced smile, she felt a bit bewildered.
Wasn’t Roman Kidd supposed to be disgusted and leave cursing?
Why did he look like he had a great appetite and would surely fight her for half of the instant noodles?
"What’s up?" Roman Kidd noticed July Quinn staring at him blankly for a long ti without speaking, only then becoming aware that sothing was off.
"Nothing, it’s just I’ve never seen you smile like this before; it’s quite startling."
Roman Kidd: "..."
It always felt like he was playing music to a deaf cow.
"Isn’t smiling good?"
Roman Kidd adjusted his mindset, picked up his chopsticks, and began cooking.
"Are you really going to eat?" July Quinn, seeing Roman Kidd’s familiar way of cooking, felt like she was the one being disgusted.
"If I invite you to eat and don’t join you, is it really an invitation?"
As Roman Kidd spoke, he placed so cooked tripe into July Quinn’s bowl.
"You cooked it for too long just now, try this one."
July Quinn was skeptical, worried that this man cooked tripe for her with bad intentions.
But she had been watching the whole ti, he shouldn’t have added any laxatives into it.
Moreover, the freshly cooked tripe looked steaming and quite appetizing... it hasn’t done anything wrong...
Hmm, in the end, July Quinn just put the piece of tripe into her mouth.
Then, she opened up a new world!
"Why is this so delicious? Did you add sothing I don’t know about?"
The tripe July cooked for herself never tasted this good before.
"No need to add anything. Cooking tripe only requires seven up and eight down!"
"Seven up and eight down?"
"Yes, dip it for just seven to eight seconds. If you overcook it, it affects the texture."
Roman Kidd never imagined he’d be sitting in a chain hotpot restaurant cooking tripe for a girl, let alone think he would win a girl’s affection with his tripe-cooking skills...
But there’s no denying that July Quinn’s friendship with him also started from this hotpot al.
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