Xizeer's little mouth turned bright red from the spiciness, constantly using tissues to wipe his nose.
Xizeer rarely ate spicy food before. At his age, his stomach and intestines were still quite tender and fragile, not well-suited for spicy food.
Considering this, Ming Mei prepared the hot pot base to be only mildly spicy, with just a hint of red oil on top.
But for Xizeer, it was still a significant challenge.
Ming Mei poured a drink for Xizeer: "Have a sip of water. If it's too spicy, don't eat it. I'll make you a bowl of noodles later."
Xizeer shook his head: Initially, he really couldn't handle the spiciness, but after a while, he found it quite tasty.
The mother and son finally finished eating.
Xizeer took a tissue to wipe his mouth, drained his cup of cola in one go, and then let out a burp.
Ming Mei looked at Xizeer in surprise; it was the first time he had shown such behavior in front of someone.
Xizeer sighed, frowning, feeling like he had fallen from grace.
