Olivia Lewis saw that he had marked the spot and then walked to the outside seating area.
"Here."
Adam Sinclair helped her wipe the chair clean with a paper napkin and invited her to sit.
Olivia sat down carelessly and said, "You don't want duck blood, I already told the boss. And cilantro, you don't want that either, right?"
"Yeah." He never liked overly strong flavors since he was young.
Like cilantro, duck blood, onions, stinky tofu, and for fruits, durians and mangoes.
"Cilantro and duck blood are so tasty, and you can't appreciate them. Plus, you don't want chili. Eating spicy hot pot like this, the dish might as well cry." A spicy hot pot without chili is practically just a bowl of clear soup and sweet potato noodles.
Adam had a helpless expression; he generally didn't like these things. If he weren't accompanying her, he wouldn't have eaten at all.
The last time he came with her to eat this, he had an upset stomach the next day.
The spicy hot pot arrived.
