Xu Anran knew that he never ate spicy food. He could not stand it at all, so she brought him here to eat the spiciest spicy pot.
Jiang Rongyan wanted to struggle for a while. It was not a bad idea to choose a mandarin duck pot. But when he saw Xu Anran's expression, he stopped himself.
Not long after he sat down, the waiter brought the oil pot up. The owner was an honest man. He was afraid that he would not be able to satisfy Xu Anran's appetite for spicy food, so he added more hotpot ingredients. A layer of oil floated over the soup, and the bottom of the pot was bright red.
Jiang Rongyan felt a slight pain in his stomach just by looking at it. He sat by the side and held his chopsticks. He felt even more of a headache as he watched Xu Anran put something into the pot.
Xu Anran ate by herself and did not bother with him.
"Help me pick up a dish," Jiang Rongyan said to Xu Anran.
