"Haw-haw. My Rice Served in Soup from the Spicy Hotpot is finally going to be served." Wu Hai picked up the spoon and prepared to scoop the soup with a look of excitement.
"You want to soak the plain white rice in the soup and eat it?" The customer beside him asked unbelievably.
"You are right. Isn't it a brilliant idea?" Wu Hai said complacently.
"I have seen many people eat Rice Served in Tea Water, Gravy Soup or Vegetable-Soup. The Rice Served in Soup of the Spicy Hotpot? It is the first time that I heard about that." The customer was astonished and sighed with emotion.
"That's the thing I want and that's why I say it's my originality." Wu Hai was very happy to answer such kind of compliments.
"There are truly all kinds of people. Are you really not afraid of spiciness?" The customer seated next to Wu Hai looked at the brilliant red spicy soup and asked curiously.
"Of course. I have been looking forward to the taste so much." Wu Hai said quite proudly.
