"You can't eat spicy food?"
No matter how well Xu Boyan tried to disguise it, Lu Qingyi could tell in an instant that something was off.
She was good at watching and observing.
"No, it tastes really good."
Although his cover was blown, Xu Boyan maintained his composure while speaking.
For the first time, he found it embarrassing to be unable to handle spicy food.
Lu Qingyi looked at Xu Boyan and frowned slightly.
"Eat this."
Lu Qingyi got a bowl of clear soup, rinsed the meat skewers in it, and handed it to Xu Boyan.
Xu Boyan cracked a smile, "Thanks, kid."
The kid seems to be observant.
Without saying a word, Lu Qingyi continued eating and preparing skewers for Xu Boyan. The time at the hotpot restaurant swiftly came to an end.
Xu Boyan was in a good mood.
"You could have told me you can't handle spicy food. There's no need to tough it out for me. I could have ordered a half spicy, half mild soup base."
Only once they were in the car, Lu Qingyi decided to speak up.
