She was about to order, but then an idea popped up in her head as she noticed a group of high schoolers around her age standing nearby, chatting and laughing as they waited for their order.
"Excuse me," she said, making sure her tone was polite but playful as she asked, "Is it too spicy?" Her words were smooth, but the strange Siberian accent in her voice was enough to catch their attention.
The high schoolers exchanged glances, a bit taken aback. One of the boys, named Wang Jun, cleared his throat, trying to suppress a smile as he replied, "Ah, umm… It's okay... not too spicy."
Another one, a girl with a ponytail, chimed in, "It could be a little spicy for those who can't handle spice. Depends on your tolerance levels?"
Vera flashed a sheepish grin, her face flushing slightly with embarrassment., "I... can handle... spicy? Little… to medium… ok." Her pronunciation wasn't perfect, but she made it seem like she tried speaking in a local dialect, her eyes wide with innocence.
