Wen Qiao gave him a glance and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating.
That man is being narcissistic again.
Huo Mutian snorted coldly, "President Fu sure can praise himself without even blushing."
Fu Jinghen responded with a faint smile, "Young Mr. Huo is being modest."
The dishes at this restaurant arrived quickly, and in no ti, the sowhat empty table was brimming with food.
"All your dishes have been served. Enjoy your al."
The waiter finished and closed the door of the private room as he left.
Huo Mutian wasn’t fond of spicy food, but seeing Wen Qiao enjoying it so much, he couldn’t help but feel tempted and tossed so vegetables into the bright red spicy pot.
Wen Qiao glanced at him and kindly advised, "This is quite spicy; take it easy."
Huo Mutian humphed, "Looking down on ?"
"..."
Was she looking down on him?
Was he acting like a rabid dog, biting anyone he could?
"The chili here is very fragrant, and it would taste even better if dipped dry. Young Mr. Huo could try it," suggested Fu Jinghen calmly. "But if Young Mr. Huo can’t handle the spice, then never mind."
Huo Mutian hated it when Fu Jinghen spoke to him with that mild and indifferent tone. Stung by the provocation, he scooped two spoonfuls of chili into his dish and flaunted it in front of Fu Jinghen, "Who says I can’t handle spicy?"
Fu Jinghen just smiled and remained non-committal.
Wen Qiao cocked her head to look at Fu Jinghen, and he patted her head, "Eat your food."
Huo Mutian snorted heavily again, "Are you two doing this for the first ti? So lovey-dovey. How’s anyone supposed to eat?"
"If I rember correctly, it was Young Mr. Huo who insisted on joining us in the sa private room," Fu Jinghen said as he pointed towards the door. "If you can’t eat, feel free to switch places."
Huo Mutian stopped talking, used the serving chopsticks to retrieve so food from the spicy pot, dipped it into the dry dish, blew on it to cool it down a bit, and then popped it into his mouth. After chewing twice, his disdainful expression seized, and he instinctively wanted to spit out what was in his mouth, but out of politeness, he forced himself to swallow. After choking it down, he frantically gulped down water to relieve the burning sensation.
Seeing this, Wen Qiao laughed, taking joy in his misfortune, "I told you to take it easy, but if you won’t listen to reason, who can you bla?"
Huo Mutian was normally quite pale among n, but now his face was red from the spice, looking as if he’d been roasted. After gulping down several glasses of water, he finally eased the burning in his mouth a little, "This is just ’a bit’ spicy?"
"For , it is ’a bit’ spicy," Wen Qiao looked at Huo Mutian innocently. "If you can’t take the spice, don’t overdo it. You crashed and burned, right?"
Fu Jinghen added at the right mont, nodding towards the mild broth pot, "You can have that."
His tone remained the one that Huo Mutian couldn’t stand.
No longer feeling competitive, Huo Mutian switched to the dishes in the mild broth. He couldn’t handle the heat and realized it wasn’t worth risking his well-being just to compete with Fu Jinghen.
His gaze accidentally landed on the light-colored vegetables in Fu Jinghen’s dish, and Huo Mutian felt balanced again. Turns out Fu Jinghen also couldn’t eat spicy.
Then why was he competing at all?
Pointless.
As he added more vegetables to the pot, he remarked, "So President Fu also can’t handle spice?"
"It’s fine," Fu Jinghen replied as he noticed a red spot of oil on Wen Qiao’s face and reached over to wipe it off for her, "Qiaoqiao didn’t want to suffer from the spice, so she purposely ordered for ."
Fu Jinghen emphasized the word "purposely."
Huo Mutian paused for a mont, then ferociously pierced a piece of tripe and thrust it into the pot as if he wasn’t just cooking the tripe, but Fu Jinghen himself.
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