"What are you waiting for, eat quickly!"
While Xie Chenfeng was lost in thought, Xie Junhao seemed to have already seen the trick in it. He immediately picked up the plate of spicy food, forcefully stuffed it into Xie Chenfeng's hands, and commanded him.
"Well... okay, I'll eat it!"
Xie Chenfeng dared not disobey his uncle's wishes, so he painfully accepted the plate, gritted his teeth, and began unwillingly eating the garlic and chilli mixed with seasoning.
The garlic was still bearable, but the hotel's pointy chillies were the real Sichuan facing-heaven chillies, whose spiciness could overwhelm even chilli-loving Sichuan people. What's more, Xie Chenfeng typically preferred bland food and could not handle spicy cuisine.
But, in the current situation, there was no room for him not to eat. Holding that plate of spiciness, he had to eat it, whether he wanted to or not.
